As the fragmented memories chasing
The warmth from color-filled days
Take hold of the shattered efforts
I discover how liaising a recalcitrant
Society can calmly reject the implorations
Of an anxious soul seeking nothing more
But a cleansing rest from its exhausted misery
Though barely able to stand firm with my indifference
And watch the unimaginable fall carelessly
Through the disguise of tact and familiar horror
I find myself still sitting far beyond
The desperate reaches of my sincerity's
Scattered bitterness that I can scarcely
Hear forever screaming along my jagged tears
Until they begin cutting gingerly away at the
Vague traces of trust rumored to be found
Within the hardened depths of my pallor face
Without a wink, or a smile
Yet all the while I remain reluctant to
Acknowledge my confessions that would exonerate
The delicate pieces of what little love that
Had been handed out to me by the knowing joys
Of my once shining adolescence and incredulous
Happiness that had painted me in two
And even though I declare to have lost
My refuge inside my mosaic memories
Blaming of course my false pride
For not sharing its holdings in vain
I strangely feel the need to grow
Fond of the seeds planted outside
My melancholy locked within my sanity
But found without my reasoning
And so I purposely begin cradling
Them with intent and deliberation
Somewhere far and in between
The sacred and the silence
But not before meticulously placing
Them along the decipherable charms of
My now nearly unrecognizable injured wall
Still standing defiantly after
Inhaling the ashes of my frigidness
That I had left suffocating inside
The episodic beauty of my isolation
Thus revealing to every inch of my flesh
How I had not only failed to breathe a
Better us, but that I also neglected
To wake the amazing dream of his love's touch
Even though he never would deny
His irresistible desire to let his
Feathery fingertips be felt
Playing across my back
