Wrestling
with my thoughts
...my sanity
Believing
in one thing
yet craving
...very much
another
I am baffled
by the complexity
of the simplicity
which...
eludes me still
Filtering
memories from dreams;
dreaming dreams
not just reliving
distorted...
faceless-facts
Confronting
the ugly
the untamed;
that which
lurks
beneath...
the veneer
which others polish
Free-falling...
desperately
and despondently
into a
languid,
lacrimal lake
of my own making
Drowning
in the loneliness
which I've
so deftly
painted:
all through
striving
simply....
too hard
Perfectionism
has gagged
...for too long
my wild
incandescent voice
Ideals
morales
bind
painfully
my feet;
they make me
...lame
My violin-heart
...weeps
promises
laced with tragedy
whilst
my out-of-body
transcends
that which is real
Dancing
with dalliances
which
will never be;
the what if's
...the maybes
I am
too young
to evaporate;
to seep...
into these
caged-walls
of safe
mediocrity
Yet
like a butterfly
pinned
to a page
...I fade
© Debbie Razey 2015