From Above
The longer this remains
The wider, more acute the chasm.
My rendered heart
Split like axed firewood
Becomes a torrid canyon
Numbed by disgrace
Scarified, picked clean by despair
The walls steepen
Slippery with sweat
Glistening
Like my eyes
Though I say nothing
Though I look on, calm
As one who finds himself
Spectator to a tsunami
From some vantage point
Too high to hear the water's roar
But close enough to see
The relentless torrent's head
Now thrashing at its base
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