IN THE RAPTURE OF UNCERTAINTY
LEFT IN THE RESIDUE OF WHAT IS BENEATH ME
ALONGSIDE OF ME
A COLLISION OF CONFIRMATION
RELISHED IN THE EXEGESIS OF WHAT TO BE
IS MOLASSES TO THE SOUL
I FEEL IT SOLIDIFY
WREAKING HAVOC ON MY FATE
THE NOTHING I BELIEVE STAYS THE SAME
WHILE DISBELIEF BREATHS WITH EASE
AS BALLISTIC CHILDREN LAUGH
I CARRY AN ENCAPSULATED LOVE HIDDEN WITHIN
THERE IS A DROUGHT IN THE CORDUROY OF MY SOUL
THINKING BACK ON REFLECTIONS OF SIMPLER DAYS
WHEN GRASS GRAZED MY HEELS
AND DRAGONFLIES MADE A HALO AROUND MY HEAD
REFLECTING ON BETTER DAYS
AGAIN I'M STUCK
IN THE QUICKSAND OF GUILT
RECALLING ALL I HAVE DONE
UNDONE AND REDONE
AS I WAIT
I AM EASILY LET DOWN
AND ALL THAT WAS BENETH ME BECOMES MY FRIEND
AS ALL THAT I HAVE LIQUIFIES
THE SENSE OF SENSING NOTHING
I AM FORCED TO BELIEVE
THAT IT IS OVER
AND THE UNCERTAINTY COMFORTS ME
LIKE AN OLD BOTTLE OF WHISKY AND A LIFE LONG FRIEND
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