I breathe
An air of desolation.
Trapped in a static moment of time,
Shunned into a stupor.
Chained,
I subside, dissolved in futility.
Serenity, excerpted.
Silence is yet unheard.
Cushioned in the shade
of the benevolent
Aceepted, unquestioned
by the benign.
Breaved of my hope
A universe sundered ages ago
Broken ends of invisible threads
Never recombined.
The rusted silhouette
Of restitution.
A shadow lurking through the haze.
Mangled, tormented,
My spirit grapples.
The urge to fight forestalled by my faith.
The inefficacy of words
that caused a vortex
A presumption of lies
Bewailing in the prime.
Snatched and torn,
Penned in a sandstorm
I withstand my doom
Otherwise metaphysical.
I burn,
Not my form,
But savagery of the villainous.
Like unbridled chemicals
We react.
The anchor around us sempiternally melts.
Emancipated from antipathy,
Empathetic and one.
Is it complete now?
