Melancholy

Hands trembling

Knees giving out

Body rigid

Eyes unclosing

Mind clearing

Sweat trickling

Ears ringing

A haze obscures my view...I push it aside, but the haze remains...I push aside the shadows before me...I strain my eyes though I cannot hope to see...I think perhaps I see.....But it is only because I wish it.

Is this what is hazy?Is this what I must ascertain?My wound begins to throb once again...It all began when I heard that name...When I heard HIS name...