Quiescent

Quiescent
Alexander I. Medina

Don’t render- don’t fall—
Into a prison you’re unable
To escape
Imprisoned- all four sides
Composed of non-corrosive iron—
It grows smaller, but
Your body remains constant.

Iron rods enclosing
Your heart-
Discouraging incredulity and
Faith—
Don’t let go- don’t forget me—
In your prison of self-slaughter.

Don’t dismiss- don’t obliterate—
Into a corpse laid out onto
The ground
Like a withered tree:
Broken and decrepit flesh,
Rotting away
Oozing off your body,
Exposing a hollowed inside.
Don’t sit-
Useless and unable
To fight.
But what can you win
When you’re always recovering?
What can you gain except your high?

Don’t fight- don’t try—
Useless and unable
Trapped inside
And exposed,
Laying in the dirt,
Crying and drifting into dimness
And obscurity- quiet.

Show no incredulity-
It's all done—