Slow death

Listening to sweat slipping from pores
Splashes of doubt squirm
through the holes in my soul
I breathe with no expectation
and drown in failure's fluid while
my broken self bleeds into imagination

My heart pounds quietly
while life slips from my greasy fingers
I stealthily drop your heart
and run crying into darkness
And I wonder
how to become whole while
I still fight the iron glove of
endless sorrow