What I needed to Say v.1

When I sit and sketch
sprawling lines and
morphing people

When I
stare at dancing flames
then draw goldfish

When I
look at my hands all
covered in
ink
oils
chalk

I am alone, you
cannot hear me

A Time My World Changed v.1

"While it Was"

Holding her
hand, beautiful hand,
all veins and bones and heavy ring.

Sitting on that
chair, plastic and worn,
white, white,

clean.

Listening to that
sound, sharp and peircing,

alive.

Looking away from that
sterile face, those
sad eyes
to the white, white sterile
floor tiles.

Aware of the
sound, aware of the
tempest of the
white, white noise.

Look away from the
end.

Holding that hand
ugly hand.



Any suggestions?

And as to length- should it be longer?