Stare

Wind

You, do.

Colors

Heart of my heart

In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak

Decisions

Decisions, decisions
Not easy
Time’s ticking
The walls are closing in
I’m still contemplating
Decisions, decisions
There’s no time
Not anymore

Eyelids

Tired eyelids
Begging to fall asleep
Pleading to stay awake

Stark commotion

So much noise
So much
Reverberating
Vibrating through and through
The commotion is stark
Startlingly stark
I close my ears
Pretending I do

Quench

Hungry,

For answers left

Answers much needed

The benefit of doubt

The side-effects

Now suffering

Starving,

Questions left

With ambiguities

The mystery

Keeps the wait

Burning and alive

Dying ,

Though might know

What’s in store?

Might be lethal