Marco Di Caprio

The weight of pain still echoes, slow and deep,
 in tightened strings that sharpen into cries.
 My mind begins to break; the signals blur,
 a tangle lost in hollow, airless space.

Pain moves through me like a signal,
 then shatters into noise.

I am not here.
 My mind is here.
 I dwell within my mind,
 a mind that holds me hostage.