unable to feel –

fulfilled.

unable to –

feel…

precariously balanced between what – is,

and what could be.

clinging to the threads of hope,

praying for – recompense!

where did it go –

my reason?

I held it – oh so tight –

but my footing failed,

and I slid much too quickly,

into unsure –

vast sea,

unmeasured depth,

of doubt…

how rudiment –

the concept –

what is – is,

yet what can be –

most often,

is not…

my prayer –

today;

if I’m asleep,

this life – a dream –

please wake me!

for there are things more frightening

than tigers,

and bears…

oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –

water-color compassion,

left ,

so conveniently,

out in the rain…