patience
to play through
the syncopation
nor
foresight
to wade through
the deception

I only have
me
and who I
pretend to be

who that is-
I have
yet to see

Ophelia and Persephone
my kindred women
& forlorn spirits

I wish to embody the
eccentric melodrama
of their complete life
the grandiosity
the tapestry of all
that life is
and should be...
meaningful
void of any
and all
.
.
.
silence