I Might Never Know
a poem on imprisonment
Heart bleeding into a pool that crumbles upon itself until it’s a black hole
Smaller than a proton or even a quark
Tears filling the cups that would otherwise my empty in my life
Lashes so heavy, I can’t even open my eyes properly to see true beauty
Or even the reality beyond the transcendence
And into the unified field
Bones made of glass that shatter under the lightest of blows
Yet too heavy to muster up a movement, a smile, a wink, a shiver
Cold creeps under my skin long enough to give me permanent goose bumps
That are mistaken for freckles when merely glancing my way under the glistening Sun trying oh so heard to gently kiss my skin
I can feel your finger running up and down my spine like an icicle,
But when I turn around to see your face one last time,
I see nothing
I’m alone
Bars keep you where you are, but you aren’t stable
I have no bars, and I’m stable in the fear stricken my entire essence
I’m enveloped by a sea of sorrow
Even though I live in a desert
And here you are, weighing heavy on me without a mere presence to deem it justice nor fair nor comprehensible to any outside eye lurking in my chaos
Glasses cover my face, presumably to aid me in seeing clarity in the world
But instead, it masks me like roses covering my eyes, me naively thinking reality wasn’t bleak nor even truly real
Until I feel the pain whisking me into an alternate reality, in which dreamland coincides with worm holes and depression but also unicorns who never die
Birds flutter around me as they allow death to take its soul into a world I know not.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Might I be a child, confused in this world of mayhem, taking everything for what it is without true understanding?
I have my experience alone.
My memories alone.
My perception alone.
My emotions alone.
My alone.
Alone
I couldn’t be further from the truth.
Unless all of this IS the truth.
I might never know
