We Know

Your quizzes
try my nerves
 
The spirit is gone
we can say
 
What I can’t mention is
how my soul was bolted,
fixed by that narrow moment –
moans bursting my lungs –
and then the absence
turned out to be
chronic.
 
All you see is me weary
almost collapsing
with the relentless
stab at perfection,
masking and abstracting
my deepest wound
 
Stranded and moored,
unfettered
we cannot pool
anything together
ever
 
That is the pittance
we know.
 
This was written for Shawna’s Monday Melting at rosemarymint.wordpress.org!  
 
 Also linked to Open Link night at dversepoets at http://dversepoets.com/!