This

The light bulb freezes-

I sit and wait , that feeling climbing up my spine.

A sense; tuning itself to my heart's line.

I fear to walk , legs shaking , confused in a lock.

It controls me , nurtures me and feeds me.

Hark! there!- beyond those misty clouds of uncertainty,

past a tower , stabbing the clouds towards the stars.

There! beyond, a king , lamenting a loss ,

full of scars.

There! comforting the acherontic walls, 

in content and bliss.

Beyond all of that,

there is no secret , just- this.