Keepsake

This dark of the void
This mass of pain
This wave of sensation
That engulfs
The prisoner in a
nameless numbness
vague yet vivid,
And shackled mind gropes,
Banging on unseen walls
The brow bleeds
Ah for nails to rip the cheeks
A knife
To cut open the heart
And tear it apart
And search it for a sob,
Hold it in hand
and stare at the truth
And then put it back
A keepsake, a treasure