Can people be amputated
from our minds
like a limb from our body,
an eye when blind?
When silence settles
in like a web spinning
around a butterfly
Choking its wings, hiding
radiant color
that used to glow
in a vision caught
Stony silence
a citadel
high above
intrusion or loyalty,
weeding out obsession
yet also care
Asking a friend to retreat,
deny, amputate
That section of heart's colorful wing