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…