I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,
It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time
Amongst a tangle of knotted days.
In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,
And on the edge of awakeness,
In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,
I almost capture it.
But it hides like a viper in the grass,
Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.
Involuntarily my awareness,
Diminishes the power of the scream.
In the mirrors of eternity
I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.
But all I get is a hollow blankness,
My waking mind defies who I am!
I knock on the door of unconsciousness
Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,
Yet a barricade of steel like strength
Blocks my entrance.
I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,
Yet this primordial desire to search
Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,
It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time
Amongst a tangle of knotted days.
In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,
And on the edge of awakeness,
In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,
I almost capture it.
But it hides like a viper in the grass,
Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.
Involuntarily my awareness,
Diminishes the power of the scream.
In the mirrors of eternity
I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.
But all I get is a hollow blankness,
My waking mind defies who I am!
I knock on the door of unconsciousness
Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,
Yet a barricade of steel like strength
Blocks my entrance.
I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,
Yet this primordial desire to search
Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.
