It pierces through the
Well constructed mien, past
Effigies of barren bravery
Plunging in terror screech
To demur the layered lattice
Occluding the dyspeptic well,
Bereft to foreign hands
Cupping the boiled breath
To dwindle these twin
Vivid ocean pools to
Reflect a disinherit gray

A child once wrote a story
Carefully crafting a hero
Capable of destroying the Monsters
Hidden underneath her bed

As she grew, the savage Horrors
Grew more clever in their constructs
Dispersing from the shadows, to the
Forms she encountered through her life

Emboldened and unafraid her champion
Adapted in kind to parry each new
Visaged visitation, through the novelty
Radiating from her inner regality

Until the day her heart blossomed
Letting the Leviathan gain access
Through the guise of love, and
Shatter her imagination into the
Mist that manipulates her mind

I feel time more acutely now
This weight pulling me towards
A defined execution, gathering
Strength with every step forward
Condensing infinity down to an
Immutable determination, no
Matter the horizon I steer my
Eyes towards, anchoring my thoughts
Down to demurred directions of
This chosen course—And yet, O yet
There is freedom found in every
Exhalation to exalt the
Memories thus enjoyed and edify
The uncharted path still waiting
To hold the hollow footsteps of
All that was lived, a flash of
Lighting imprinted on the
Shores of time to never by washed
Away with entropy's waves

It's through her silent observation
That charts each change in intonation
Tracking all inner deliberation
For isolated resuscitation
I find the latent consternation

To all the dreams I could confide
Prophesying a destiny denied
To allot a place my heart can reside
Refusing any outlet I could find
When it was only to myself I lied

I closed my eyes but the
Darkness would not take me
Languishing in empty linens
All dreams dithered by
What arose in my heart

The poet philosophers
Ran through my head
Their disjointed acumen
Failing to assuage
Or provide clarity
To my lack herein

Never ready to let go
Of that which already
Has drifted off to sea

The clock burns
A slow processional
Tick forward to
Mark the end of
Self incited riot

That moment
That was merely a second
That became an epoch

A silence of more
Than just one heart
A dampened darkness
Submerging in the blackness
I prayed for all my life
Only to come back with
The arrival of a scream