Thermometer

Cold, it touches under-tounge.
Silent, I hold still the inner young.
The rise of prismed mercury
Telling me if sick I be.
Palm of hand, the olden ways
Digital stick of future days.
Six and dozen, add four score
Decimal creep up more and more.
Climbing out towards centi-land
Twist and tilt to understand.
Flick of wrist, all evidence cleared
Hot, the verdict, as I had feared.

Event Horizon

Call upon the howling heap.
Find only tears from out it seeps.
Its coiffed facade trembles to keep,
the grin within where sanity sleeps.

Out the twitching sighing pores
pours the saline flow of fears.
Fierce, the rage is tamed within
but endless the battle waged to win. 

Scenarios of morbidity
Dreamed to tangibility
The alarm at zero still unknown
The weakness stays its only home.

Will it crumple? Submit to the black hole?
Flailing, falling, failing to console
The glint of numb grief growing,
Never showing
the inner flowing
fjords of its pained soul.

Suffix: -cide

Wrested from my sanity
I crumple towards calamity

Onward movement. The trudge, I trudge.
Deeper down. The gouge, I gouge.

Centered on a poignant peak,
Looking for the one I seek.
Withdrawn, the will of life grows weak.
How can the blind sun shine so bleak?

In the chasm; spiral down I drown.
My silent screams; held in sound I sound.

Let me reach the precipice
To fall, to find, to feel that peace.