poem

I wish solitude gave me
Answers to my questions
I wish my shivering fingers would
Come to peace - somehow

Curiously palpating nervous system
Sweating fingers and unrest;
In the core - the vacuum I wish
Would rain into tears

At the penultimate horizon; I always
Wish I had just crossed over
Sanctity of my fears holds true, as they
Win over me again and again

The membrane impermeable returns;
To my worst of fears; and I struggle
Scratching it out; and I struggle
To breathe it out