Garbled Phrases Inside My Head
A moment ago I was ambivalent,
and the days go swiftly by,
not much time for me to relent,
and if there was I don’t know why.
Circles of doubt appease my mind,
the fault lies deep within,
memories only serve to remind,
the horror of where to begin.
Blinded by indecision I misstep,
and fall to wonder wherefore,
freezing thoughts that I forget,
echoes of logic ask for more.
Realising misfortune lingers,
I tread toward the celestial degree,
hope slipped through my fingers,
squirming to be free.
Counting shadows fool me,
they evanesce all into one,
distracted light I no longer see,
where the setting sun had shone.
Blurred inscriptions pacify,
though remain inside my head,
garbled nymphs ratify,
phrases that are left unsaid.
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