Held and gripped by symmetrical lines
Into forms virtually incomplete
Capsized by a separation of self
Gone unabridged to calculations
But I count seconds like sheep
While the rest of you weep
In a bed utterly soaked
In transcendental dream work of the lost
Still a pitiful sigh is given
To the most vicious lie never told
Held inside patterned breaths
Not yet realized by a focused soul
Bringing down walls is a constant exercise of fear
Blankets of memories do not hide truths unspoken
Lips do…