Zero Point Three Four

Zero point three four nanometres from suicide.
Every day a glance beyond the film.
Thin as breath, as death.

If I can write I fight,
and every day I win.
Touch my madness deep within
this living limn.

On golden webs of creative joy I ride.
Master of the world of mine.
Love by humankind denied,
my children mine alone.

Day by day and step by step, love by love,
on lonely journeys I ride,
zero point three four nanometres from suicide.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.