A wicked invention of clever design,

Icicles dripping from a twisting vine,

Shades of the an evening sky,

Clouds taunting the moon as they sail by.

 

            Naked skin beautifully wrapped in gold spun silk,

Calming shades, pale white like milk,

Emerald orbs full of wisdom and unshed pain pierce your soul,

Crack you wide open like a skull smashing blow.

 

            Even the most breath taking glimpse of perfection,

Beauty follows no shape or direction,

Lost wandering in a place made of mirrors,

Forever seeing your own reflection facing the fear.

 

            Behind a clever mask made of deception,

Never getting too close, no committed intention,

Gliding along as if riding a rollercoaster built with glass,

Knuckles white, jaw clenched tight as you drop out of sight at last.

 

            In a world driven by misery of the un-fair,

I’ll make a barricaded fortress come find me if you dare,

Crouching in thick blackness I wait to defend my fortress I’m more than prepared,

Why catch me if you can there’s no reason to be scared.

 

            Out of sight from the searching beacon,

Hunting for some insight or revelations of reason,

Greedily craving the un-touchable reflection engraved deep in my stone heart,

On separate vessels we drift father apart.

 

            The devastating, bone crushing feeling of loneliness,

Like trying to hold sand with a tightly clenched fist,

Slipping away slowly until every last grain diminishes

My world collapses breaking my heart into millions of pieces!!!

 

By: Corrie P.