So many questions yet I've tired of the search. For what may be answered I might not wish to find. Illness creeps behind me with death patiently waiting at it's side, like wounded pray I begin to fade. Trying vigorously to retrack my steps as to find a shelter I may have once mistaken as refuge , I fall to the realization ,I now am alone. So many smiles and false pretenses of hope do dance through the crowded quarters of my inner being. Standing as reminders of how in strength, ones posture may just as well define true stance in the eyes of those who judge with conviction, yet are,  blind to the imprisonment contained within reflection.
Night falls over, and here in darkness I lay to rest. Dreams of memory long since pondered keep replaying as to ad insult to an already overwhelming state of injury. Not even alone can I hide from the inevitable, for In all my steps away from harm, I seem to have dangerously stumbled past my true self .......

© BPIII