Then the darkness
got there first again.
Slowly killing her desires.
Veiled in black,
grief did not leave her.
Blurred were the lines that separated her fear and joy.
She’s lost in the haze.

When your eyes go blind your heart tends to help with your sight, but when your heart goes blind you won't be able to see clear.
Even when having the best sight of all time.

While one is
Searching himself/herself
Some books
Will turned their way
Some songs
Will touched their chords
Some souls
Will changed their life
Some questions
Will taught a lession

But
When he/she will see
Inside
Your eyes

That very moment
Harmony vibes
Unveiling
Silence

Admitting
"I find myself"
"In you"

I can call upon myself
but it's just a shell

bones break surface
offering quilltips
for forging poems
with
graduated cylinder-strained
diluted-air grade
not from concentrate
ink

the mechanism's safe
as sealed secret tombs
are safe
an echo of disdain
for which I apologize

aquiver with paste-
like listenings
replicating histories
foreign and estranged
to taciturn gaze;
functional, but
glazed

shells function as people
but not as well
words wish but don't tell
what awaits ingrained
in bones broken
for blessing

pop! but distressing
echoing, echoing
pain empathetically parsed
but cannot relate
it's too late

I'm walking
but not talking
I'm listening
but not communicating
I'm dead
but not yet down

entombed in my head;
all that might have been
still can, but
a refusal to bend
is found
in my own pen

I've built a prison for myself

I wanted the girl,
As I loved her, and,
She reflected my love.
But it's a thing of the past.
She reflected my love,
As I loved her, and,
I wanted the girl.