.a stoic grave.

it falls from my hand
i clench my fist
which is violently shaking
i pick up my pen
face myself
force myself to write again
its the only pain i can endure
it starts from my chest
through my arm to my fingertips
you can hear it in my breath
with my voice trembling lightly
you can see it in my uneasy grin
i breathe in
i push myself besides me
i breathe in
until the pain in me subsides
my vision, a cloudy gray
my fist, a stoic grave