Subtile Silence Poem by Isaac Maez

When will I perform the final act
Defiance is clamoring to my fists
Sweet smell of living surrounds me
Willing to hold my hand, for today
I can savor today, alone in my cell-f
I have learned not to waste my energy
on the things that will arise without my help
why a fist? and not a wave of compliance?
I apply only when it hurts, and where it hurts the most
eyes moving while wide awake
almost as fast as in a coma induced sleep
My teeth shaved down on the edges from grinding splendor
How does on endure this throbbing
Self inflicted wound?
Sleep well, sleep well, my soul