I cannot lift the corners of my lips, nor take away the furrowed brow.
My eyes fill easily and heart aches as if tragedy has struck.
Dressing is forced and, more still, is clearing my thoughts.
Ill stay in today; the sun wont warm me.
The phone is silent. So am I.
My throat has closed, but I persist to breathe.
Clemency is just a word.
My idle mind conjures malice,
And I feel
No tears. My fury gives no release.
I do not want; I had not asked for this!