Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Fragile

I flinch, when I am happy
pinching myself to reality
A constricted panic builds
Reminded of my frailty 

In an instant flips
hastily from joy to despair
the brain works in shrouds
At times without repair

A gaping hole exists
in this broken heart of mine
A void that shall remain
through the test of time. 



3WW