Shaking
Laying on the bed
Convulsing
Failure
Shut down
Inability to communicate
Attempted
Answer
Yet nothing
Images blurred
Flashed memories
Am I ready?
Can I do it?
Do I have a choice?
A conversation
From her to me
I wasn’t ready
Yet it happened
Anyway
Could I say no
And leave her
To find those
Words
2+2=4
Last time I checked
Attempted reconcile
Failed
Attempted discussions
Failed
Then why do
I act like this?
Am I ready
For what may
And probably will
Happen?
I’m not prepared
I’m not packed
I’m anything
Too soon
Too early
Too everything
Shaking
On the bed
Convulsing
Blurry vision
Cold sweats
Attempted to reach
To nothing…
Long to sleep
Long to cry
Neither find me
Neither comfort me
For I am hidden
From everything
And everyone
Except two
One who knows me
And one who knows me well
Shaking
Solace finds me not
As I lay
Naked on the floor
