fears realized

i stare dimly, blinking profoundly, questions
etched, grafted on this sheet;
what's stopping me?
words spoken daintily, cheerfully,
yet i feel nothing less but the heat
of a cold, wretched slap to the face.

 

waiting hand and foot, a minute
suspended in my relapse;
complacently pacing about
waiting for an illusionist's moment,
because i am my own derelict
realized by purgatory.

 

are you my illusionist?

 

seconds drag my eyes along,
and my heart with it too;
alone, desperate, waiting,
i feel lifeless without you.
listening for words formed without purpose;
what is said is meaningless in the moment.

 

are you my illusionist?

 

my mind's innocent perception is leading me on.

Reviews

[Kimmee Jean]

i really like this piece but i kno there is stuff behind it