The whole shebang

sighs sing
infinitely in vain

words twist
into mere hindrances

screams rise
up in mangled breaths

yelps plead
for help that never comes

your tragic being goes under
trial for hysteria and blues

constant consternation
over things that have been
and are yet to be

no present or pill
will pull you through

finally
you fall
with no anchor

shazam! you are gone
the whole shebang sent away–
the neatest magic trick
sans smoke, sans bang
sans magic.