beneath it all –

even below the ever growing pile of discontent…

layered,

ever so patiently –

my – defense –

(scar-tissue effect).

time passes;

and just as quickly as a borrowed breath – returned,

this now,

becomes our was…

what of it,

then?

false hope clinging in vain to should?

if we are less than everything allowed,

why – be – at all?

oh! i suppose there could be desire to rise above,

but even birds with broken wings

never forget how it feels to fly…

lips pursed tightly –

scream suppressed –

eyes masking the terror that hides within…

in this sad world –

silence becomes a much wanted,

much needed place –

(the voices never quiet)

but elusive;

the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,

phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes…

to find that place –

where dreams reside –

that Xanadu of peace –

to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky –

oh what release…

to find recompense –

from the madness –

(oh father where art thou?)

that would be the greatest gift –

more precious than gold –

to be held –

not just the one who holds!

from chaos –

there comes a crown,

or so it may appear.

be careful –

all that glitters,

(well, you know)…

impromptu –

as it all may seem –

this course was –

pre-determined;

agenda’s,

hidden –

motive – un-disclosed…

and while the self-proclaimed queen ascends the throne,

those hiding in the shadows,

clinch tight their stones,

(solidarity – buried in an unmarked grave).

pompous –

precariously perched high upon – presume;

you think your – self – a god?

how sad,

but oh so satisfying!

your unsure steps,

leading you further along,

into the nothing…