Waterforest

I lie in the corner-quiet
For my ma this once
She needs the sleep today
It’s her first in a week.
Though asphyxiation makes me black
I can’t call her
To fit this tube in
The doctor says it no use without India
It’s so sad I have to leave you ma.

It, was
A mere detachment
Or is it safety
I think that is what it has always been.
Now, I have to think of other ways to avoid you
Since Marie prayed
And I can’t stop her smiling throughout her choir place.
I could have joined the choir, you know
But how can it be
This is a continuous embrace of sacrilege
All those souls converged in prayer, me in wild thought
Someone plays a piano someplace out there
That is where I am drawn.
Alright! Job 16:12