That silver letter

Between my breasts the thrumming hums

A constant beat that speaks my life story 

Pain strength and an unbelievably analytic mind

Fuck the what ifs 

Let's talk about the why's in so many layers that we get lost 

Stumbling grumbling under my breath

This life will never cease to amaze me

Nursery rhyme

Honey baby darling dear

Lay your head and don't you fear

Those that creep 

Have lost the ability to weep

And though you may think this is a blessing

I ask of you to attempt some reassessing 

The loss of tears is great

For nothing else can abate 

(a hate filled heart) 

That cannot part

With those tangible forms of pain

Shall indeed suffer in vain 

This crick in my neck

Shall I relate to you 

The way in which I saw those stars

It seemed that only I 

Could truly see them for their wonder

A wonder pure and untechnical 

Every night I craned my neck 

Just to glimpse those

Shiny specks of hope

I fancied I saw the faintest hues of 

Blue and red 

A promise of other masses out there

Floating in that infinite amount of space 

Where my pain looks quite small and insignificant 

As the days passed and my wonder grew

I noticed others did not crane their necks as I did

Did they not see and feel the infinite amounts of hope and doom and desperation? 

Again I wonder

Can't they hear ants walk