soda pop bottle cap

sparkles of passion
froths into fizz
soft, soapy safety
washes away quickly
burying remorse completely
no sentimentality
a choice of necessity
from years spent yearning
deep within a dark well
chest-high in frosty waters
hoping for rope
anything to be lowered
as all walked gaily by,
folk who did not bat an eye
good or not
vain by design

so when at last
lovely numbness seeped
into fingers and toes
caressing digits, creeped
into limbs and bone
unfeeling of a coldhearted being
king of a dark throne
with armor obsidian
of pure perseverance
climbed out I
from that hole
only to find
it made me whole.