Fragile though seeming fickle I invite more trouble that Nothing can save me from The next pang of inability Was the last strand to hold The last minute there with you Before the call connected At the end of my hope Sitting there seemed so surreal Sick racing heart dictating My lips and limbs moving Obedient mind sitting quiet and still My cold despair all dressed up for you Like an attitude My heart stole my worth And sold it for cheap blame Discombobulated thoughts Awash in unknown mediums All of the shock and denial Contradictions of hope A treadmill of questions Could never deliver well But sign and seal that hell This style-less analysis This ponderous mind My dry sadness mandate Has wet tears left to cry January 27, 2006