I am the quiet mind.
I am the heart that can't breathe.
I am the broken. The dark destiny.
The friend without a friend.
In the last light of the full moon,
my mind bears the burden of you.
Bears the burden of what I am.
A human. A ghost. A liar.
Excuses drift across the ocean like flowers.
I surround myself with petty pennies.
A shadow that settles on a rock.
I keep myself steady, my hand on my belly,
mother calls to me from the other room and asks
if I need something to eat. I haven't eaten
well in weeks.
The quiet mind within a well. I don't have-anything-
trees, twigs, tears.
My eyes smart. I see visions of ghosts.
My loneliness breaks me. I am bent over rocks.
My hunger is not a problem. I am not a problem.
Darkness will not break me.
Never the quiet mind within the quiet heart.
Never the quiet.