Forty-Thirtyone

Will I hear you in the quiet?

All I need is there. 

I do feel faint.

Tell me that I can

Understood, I am not

Perhaps not human

Only autopsy will tell

Now, we wait. 

Tell me that I can

Help my unbelief

Each breath takes air from me. 

Let me be understood,

Or, let me be gone. 

Really, I do feel faint.

Determined yet, to stay.