The Needle’s Touch (I Am)
In the chamber of sterile walls and hushed lament,
Where shadows linger, and despair is sent.
With every heartbeat, a flicker of hope,
Yet fear’s grip tightens, a slippery slope.
The remedy I wield, a double-edged sword,
Through veins it flows, striking a chord.
My needle gleams with whispered grace,
Unveiling truths in the healer’s space.
Each prick reveals a story untold,
A battle within, a mystery to unfold.
In the dance of shadows, where light does fade,
I offer comfort, but wounds are made.
Your worries bare, in the healer’s sight,
Anxieties unmasked under the light.
You search for peace amidst the stormy day,
But in my presence, fear holds sway.
With a touch that chills and soothes in kind,
A haunting echo of thoughts confined.
Here you rest in the medic’s chair,
Dreams shattered, laid bare in despair.
No respite found in the healer’s grasp,
Only echoes of fears that tightly clasp.
In every beat, I draw near,
A needle’s sting, awakening fear.
So bear the weight of affliction’s toll,
In shadows deep I hold your soul.