One soul—circulating my as if
My polar opposite never bound to meet. A tug,
A stretch towards anything for my trembling
Hands to lock onto. But resistance is too great.

Clichés smothered into my story,
Running rapid along the coastline of my words.
A one-sided game of hide-and-seek—
The seeker lost amongst his own foolishness.

Sun-dried eyes—forbidden to release
Anymore tears. Shots of loneliness to dampen
His blistering vision.

As if a roundabout with no exit,
Only an abyss, eating away the earth within.

Tales of personally forsaken men
Infest an already corrupted mind.
Not a single wave crashing even breaking
His ears.

Once finally locked in place, embrace the
Mystery told as future. One attempt
Is all served—to fill the gaping holes
I gaze through.