Ceaseless Fear

A surface breaks,
Fluid shards ripple outwards
As my finger presses down
So gently onto the glass.
Noises fill the undertoning background,
Shrieks of anger, pain and fear,
A low sound of laughter,
So far from here
And yet so near.
New ice cracking,
Like my brittle mind.
I jerk violently
In spasm,
A response to the sudden noise.
Above the mess and tangle of sound,
Yes, it’s there,
A ceaseless pulse.
A frantic heartbeat,
So like my own.

Although my mind seems
So full of broken thoughts,
And a spreading numbness,
I feel this beating here.