The closest feeling
of comfort
and the loneliest feeling
of disdain ..
The lasting nonchalance
of your presence
and the picture
of truth in the eyes

Appreciate your concern
yet
cant abide the logic
nor can I keep
inhibiting
this tavern

I wish inane to this
feeling one day
my life would brew,
to no one ever
any semblance, anymore
accrue

Silence doesn't mend
what words break
but it breaks
what words can't mend too ..

And you know
what becomes
is all, that is
true

Satiety is not
meant for the heart,
possessiveness
of an overbearing love
and affection of a blind kind

How long would you
have to walk to find?
What we leave, is right behind

And all that remains
is yet strangely special too
Like a messed up equation
on a crumbled sheet of paper
twisted, turned and tumbled
out of view ..

Tired of rhyming words
that despise me insane
of occupancy amidst
claustrophobia of strangers,
who are all occults of
a waiting death of dream
that was once true

Hiding behind a smile
is all that remains ..
The unchained melody
that resonates,
no more beckons
to be reclaimed ...