I’m constantly scrambling from myself,
Striving to turn over a new life.
But I keep pulling myself back in,
With the darning needle of their eyes
Sewing me up and gagging me,
So I end up trying to mumble my way out,
Bumbling under water,
While everyone jumps in.
The crowd a cacophony of eyes,
Submerged in a pool of faces,
Unable to bear the echoed silence
That clatters my mind
As it slips out of joint,
Feeling limp, numb and tingling,
While I flail with impotence
Unable to rise to the occasion,
While I shrink away
With my tail between my legs-
My stamen wilted by the stigma.
The image of her hangs limply
Wafting like curtains
Drawn like a veil
To conceal my deceit.
I long for her still
Hoping to forget the malevolence of her affection-
The benevolence of her disparagement.
Haunted by her beauty,
I do not fancy her to be mine.
She’s too absolute for my world,
Reality would frail her,
Like rose petals at the end of season,
Disintegrating with touch-
Parched pages of a novel
No longer treasured.