Damage. A spoiled thought, like iron on glass, shreds the memory, devalues feelings. The screen has gone dark, And the signs are swirling, bringing down the fragile veil. In deep darkness, listening to the whisper of silent wires, For some time I can hear myself. He says, My voice. Listen. This is how your heart beats in your chest. The concrete squeezed, I don’t feel any anxiety. A placebo of kindness, Permeates the mind. Every day. Violence inside - Gray stone outside. In the dark I breathe with effort, with strain. Panic set in, I felt like I was drowning. I can't feel the sand under my toes. In the darkness I hear my heart beating at my temple. Damage. When I almost drowned in the darkness, there was light, and measured life began to flow. The flickering of channels completely spoiled me.