Broken Neck

The broken twig, snapped and fallen.
The mountain spike,
ascended, step by step.
Trapped in the net.

The power and the will combine,
to bend a balloon, to make it grab.
Fingers move, slowly,
to swim through air that acts like a clay slab.
Nerves shine grey.
Crying in spasm,
reaching for a new day,
months, or years, or never away.

Lights in the dark,
yellow, green and red sharp sparks.
Tingles like tinsel
in single lanes run.
A mouth underwater screams,
but nobody comes.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.