SliverBy: Jennifer White

The pain ripping though my heartBurns and rages at the edge of remaining sliverIts vestige wrestles to grow and glimmer

To shine under the midnight sunDance upon thy spring morningUnto thine heavens it reaches

For the touch of angels wingsA breath of sweet heavenYearning for just a drop

Emotion, love, or thoughtA whispering wisp of remaining sliverVanished in the lore Illuminated in forgotten past

Just to feel the embrace from long-agoFrom beyond the graying mistLost in the times of yoreCast away into sorrow overwhelming; lost.

Thunderous rage of sliverGrasping at acrid airSuckling worm-filled mannaDrinking poisoned water

Wilting and withering in the ever presentNevermore to fellowship with thy people.Forgot behind the shrouded veil. Burning and raging at the edge of the remaining sliver

Whilst the Balm of Gilead soothe and consoleWill the Elysian Fields yield comfortForever more misplaced?Given over to another shore.