Pulse-of-the-Page
Hello God - it's me again.
Am I here for judgment,
or just another break from the world?
Worldly bodies gather beside me
in the realm of the living,
clinging to hope for my return.
I am broken again,
and again, I am yours.
A silent shift has happened -
pressure rising, fatigue thickening,
a blackened snap deep within.
The quiet creep of a demon
kept at bay by a sliver of human warmth.
A silent demon that waits,
the one You planted at my birth.
I am a strong man.
A good man.
A fragile man,
kept moving by the thinnest thread
of human comfort.
I am not ready, God.
I am not.
The pressure builds,
Your workers run.
My stomach churns.
I fold into the warmth,
the blue cocoon that shields me.
Hello God - it's me again.
Am I here for judgment,
or just another break from the world?
The darkness edges in,
soft and certain,
accompanied by the peaceful hum
of a surgeon's drill.