A Q-tip, commonly used for ear wax,
Explores the crevices present in a Mr. Coffee
Searching the plastic soul for sodden deposits
Not unlike my constant soul searches for meaning
For all my cleverness, I have run out of words.
So with my innocuous platitude, I sigh, and quietly give up
Summing up these weeks, this small span of time, in two small words.

I'm fine.

I will go on. I will fight another day.
It's not a brave knight kneeling before his queen
It's not a proposal of bethrothel on a bended knee.
It's a death knell.
It's not a toy for baby.
It's a death rattle.