She forced her eyes away in subtle defiance. She wouldn’t be complicit in their malefactions — her possessions strewn across the floor, an inventory now ensuing, items deemed useless, dismissed as junk. What was left they twisted, cajoled, compressed and all done with no shortage of wild contortions, forced it fit into a few small boxes.
She could not cry for what she couldn’t see, but her stomach knew, for it was wrenched and knotted, a familiar plague of late for which she could find no remedy in a bottle or a can.
Breaking news won’t stop, keeps blaring,
Stuffs the days with despair leaves me callous
Frazzled, weary drives me seek joyful respite
Far from where I suffer brother’s pains.
Too far I fear not hear Samaritan’s call
Not from caring, alas from hearing unrelenting.
Wee hours came whisper stirred my slumber,
“Know my thoughts start winter’s thaw,
Thy desires smolder as mine within me.”
Awakened found her there ’twas no stranger
For sleepless nights had shown her there before.
Her moments here fleeting
I knew they were yet
I grasped at them each one
But failed to slow them
For they ran a pace too quick,
Their delay defied,
The final one the swiftest
Vanished, yet not beyond the heart.