Is it enough

Is it enough

To wait and see

What tomorrow brings

Does anybody know

How deeply felt

The pain is

When the box is closed

The lid tightly sealed

Sunlight can

Pierce the skin

Without protection

Every thought

An open wound

Even as blood

Is staunched

It seeps out from

Another place

Spontaneous stigmata

Clears the floor

Nobody wants to know

If it is contagious

They just believe

A wide berth

Is the wisest choice

Leaving enough space

For drowning

In an empty sea

Picture book blue

Changing to aquamarine

After the third time

Of trying

There is peace

In closing the box

And waiting

For the last nails

To be banged home

In a banal

Conclusion

To quiet desperation