4

1
a tracery of strokes, the
whispered acceptance of paper,
another heart bleeds out with
the inks persitant need to
entomb emotion.


2
punch drunk scrawl hammered
out on keys that refuse
to open any door.


3
crippled prayers scratched
in an arthritic voice, whispered
words echo longing and plead
for the restoration of peace.


4
desolation pushes out a pain
unrequited by waiting,
cellulytic flesh offers
only a taunting emptiness.