The Urge ..

Hobbling inside, unsure of .. how to decide ..
to submerge or float ..
Unsettled , unkempt .. to this day
A virtue fought hard yet not confronted
kept alive, incomplete in the subterfuge of daylight ..

The need, forever felt
The way .. that could never lead us through the night ...
A desire flattened,
by truth to disarray ..

A passage so devoid of comprehension
best unfurled to those
who look unflinched to the darkness in the eye ..
To a life like this sans the starkness ..

Some hopes die young, some abort midway and some everyday renew ..
And then there are some
solemn like this one, that you grow up believing would mature someday

The time cannot bind,the hurt thats invisibly sublime ..
what's felt needn't always be read out aloud ..

A cloud never rains but its just a shadow of our doubts ..

Deterrents still act strong, prickling where it'd amass most scorn
But if a masochist could really care ..

To my tempest, such demeanors only further my ardor

In retrospect, my hindsight declares me docile
At the prospect of a inducement,that would spur it on ..

A phoenix rising from the ashes to upsurge someone seemingly,a dame

And of that ostensibly far
A renegade would someday infiltrate ..

Herein the necessity would ruin .. the will

An affirmation is on the cards,
Perspectives that were altered, in mild autumn fair
Look into my eyes and I'll make you see, we've drifted so aimlessly ..

Trodding down the world of make-believe, we've shaken all that we've grown up to trust ..

The Urge is to make the blind see
the shapeless figures that veneer over the fragility ..

That within debilitates, would never let me take refuge . . .