Poem - Nocturna #5

"why" she thought

and the asphyxiation begins

as her usual ways to survive her days,

tonight, is a miss

needles of grass, shades of grey

they carress her face

she rolls over, nearly blinded, but not;

possibly by what little is left of God's grace

"are you there?" she thought

and the answer was distant

unwilling to believe, but possibly

n  o  n  e  x  i  s  t  e  n  t

she arises with eyes set deep

towards trees

sheets of clouds, shades of blue

they follow through

they let her go

tonight