I know you,
all- too- familiar
pain in my gut.

Lump of sodden
wool blanket
knotted there
and leaking,

Sending heavy feeling to
every limb.

It throbs there
Twists itself into a braided mass
of hell,
while I sit here blank.

My eyes grow more empty
With each passing second
My hands losing finally
The feel
of you

As my body becomes shelter
For this
Sopping mass.