Effervescent lift
wrapped like strings
around your lips
Moves your aching heart
jigsawing
shattered pieces
The tinge of joy
overwhelms you
shimmying your withdrawn state
Individualized
you sit as one
in the corner of your own existence
Sensation
of touch upon your nerves
does not touch a nerve
But a heart
the lifeblood of which has laid stagnant
immovably absorbed into self
Gazing at your navel
pointing fingers from your stomach
bitter tasting thoughts
Captivated captive
held tightly by yourself
key long departed
Offender long departed
but a living gallery in your mind
never gone, not forgotten
Could you have forgotten
did you ever look to see
have you perhaps mistaken who sits helplessly
Once a victim
now a miser
holding tight to never let go
How the victim
becomes the miser
holding on to themselves
© Daniel Schwamm, All Rights Reserved, 2015
