dont force me to drown
in the sea of serenity
dont ask me to delve into
the deep gorge of dark nights
dont ask me, if i am afraid,
for i am
dont ask me, if i am untrustworthy
for i am
dont ask me, if i can not walk longer
for i can not
but what i am not
is the stain on the window pan
half closed
and opaque
a boil which when ruptures
leaves a mark behind
turned corner of a page
of a book, which does not end when it should