Spaced Solitude
Can it be the frontier of finalization
or a restraint of the present situation
Is it the sound of the mourning dove
or the red eyes in confusion
of the un-graspable love
I woke up today feeling empty
Passion nowhere to find
Thoughts to be shared with none
but only mirror contemplation of my own mind
Unable to hide, forever do we abide
Although impossible to confide
there is no doubt of the slightest chance to realize
Being trapped from the internal
blazing like an uncontrollable inferno
Disregarding the likelihood
of the inevitable eternal
The days pass as though
all of them are one complete flow
How are we to ever know
when every day is a turbulent boast
of a societal pompous show
that we as humankind, will unmask it's metaphorical blind