By Ray Chang
Crackling whispers seep
in ears of ringing sorrow
Yet blind and numb, they pulsate
The weak senses in deep
Frigid comes forth, purging heat
that transcends cosmic woe
A physical and mental
feud in vile flesh and meat
Stoic on the frail surface
raging storms cannot hold
Drenched and drowning in a fold,
but still not my doctor’s case