Fleshwound Poem by Tsani Jones

The darkness was heavy,
It had weight:
It was a loaded hand
And it crushed me.

I wallowed alone
Same path, same scenery
One long dull moment,
An extenuating ache, a pain with tenure.

The jewel fell from my hand
I clawed and pawed madly
Blind
It hit my fingers, then lost form.

Tears no one could see
Rips no one could feel
Longing no one could salve
A moment, a transfiguration dissipated.

An empty call on absent ears
A grasp into the void
Loss, the sin without absolution
A heartbeat drops, wakened to chains.

Burned by flames with no light
Cuts by unseen blades
Soaked in the alcohol of futility
This hell had descended.

All prayers draw to a close
The land of best intentions distant...
Hope is a kerosene soaked rag
My tattered, defeated heart

...The final match.