The Secret

held captive by wounded limbs- shrouded with perpetual foreboding without a safeguard to redeem my tempered mind craving to be alone... yet praying someone will come home i've never been so perplexed- etchings of chaotic pandemonium created an uproar in my mind, i see not the solution to this query; i am left confounded, lost in a labyrinth of symbolic ink cradled by lies of baby blue lullabies grasping for air as the white dove cries expressing the depth of my ebon soul enveloped my existence- i think nude thoughts, finding reasons the sacred serpent in me should live; but i see not what shouldn’t be seen, wearing emerald eyes to recognize the wealth I deserve not- begging to borrow lavender fields, yet longing to embrace the end of time my hourglass shatters as i weep, holding onto this visceral secret i keep _______________________ 02.09.20