My balm

I, I,

The struggle...

Deafened, Flattened, Deflated

The arrows, when they strike
Hit so hard

I cannot breathe
I cannot see
I cannot orient

Can not/ Can Not

The word festers in my mind
Guiding my attention

Find me my balm
Let me sit with
My pain
My
Pain

And let it settle
Let it breathe
Let it
Let it
Be

Reviews

[Latifa]

you feel the pain in this piece and the intensity, good job.

[AprilRN1210]

simple, yet affecting... the more I read it, the more it seems to seep into my consciousness and moves me... can feel the struggle, the realization, the longing, the ache, and the release... very well done...

[John Anderson]

Hauntingly beautiful with great imagery. Nice work.