sitting in-between longing undelivered
and fear potently hovering;
my heart falls under the weight
of the water that sinks it so into despair…
turmoil plays with emotions in a cat and mouse
game of hate filled shame-
i could cry into the void that sits beside me,
though no words can puncture the depth
of nothingness that would swallow
my voice without remorse or effort…
lost, lost are windy summer days when
my dearest worry floated upon sun-swept
clouds perfumed with flowers and innocence!
this chill that grips me now, as i sink into
a self-made prison of cold, brings the darkness
alongside; asking me to worship the very
torture that cuts deep into my body
leaving nothing but blackened, frost-bitten
skin, and loneliness
with head in hand, and heart thrown up and left
to rot upon the floor of my soul,
solace is the only friend that can be found within
the quiet of misery of what is now
my frozen castle of anguish and pain