A sense of incomplete
A disorder of the empty
A distortion of thought with relentless grip
Where did the confidence go?
bravery Has passed?
Into the past goes my security
In the present
All aware I am of is the constant state of disarray
The need and thirst to know what lies behind
These long draped curtains of crimson
Glimmering in elegance
Dancing such tease is a
Almond eyes attempt to pry
What hides behind the persistent masquerade
But a wall stands in way; the wall of reality
There is no way to tell
What is to come after this
For even a period, a comma, a colon
Is a sign of the continued, yes
But also of the unknown
Where does it end?
Where does my road lead?
Is this abyss all there is to withstand?
Or is there a bubble bouncing on the surface
Waiting patiently with my name scribbled upon its delicacy?