Vertigo

 

Something feels so wrong; vertigo

 

Yet

 

I guarantee to succumb

With each subtle tone of your voice

Your grace; your demeanor; your desire

Must I always respond to their contemptible claims?

My heart would innocently perish

Hence lay the ashes on the aisle

Disregard

All that is said

Dismantle

The iron accusations abruptly laid

(Come with me……)

I can sense the calling in my lungs….

It     calms    my     breathing

Insecurities navigate to distant lands

You and I sail on

And leave our fears

Destination?

In our minds only…

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