As soon as the phone clicked,
My despair totally flicked.
A heart attack! I was told;
She's at the hospital, hurt and lost!
My soul suddenly climbed up my lumpy throat,
Scratching and screaming, without faith or remorse.
My chest pounded and my veins swelled;
Dread and agony had all fallen into the great well.
Her scars cleanly tore my skin;
They ripped it to shreds, scratched it 'til thin.
Even her deep wounds from years past
Caught up and attacked, all at once.
All that suffering, from birth to morrow,
I suffered it then, with throbbing pain and divine sorrow.
Gabriel Alfonso Rincon-Mora