Sometimes…the longing mind rummages
…can leave one physically spent
caught in a cyclone’s eye of
revolving door, sedimentary gestation
Asking internal questions of
…what the hell(s) and ifs…
…and all the maybes
Light diminishing…
ruminating in doubt
Stoic heart beat lacking emotive breath
can’t speak…still looking for that cat
Alone in cathartic, depressive stage-plays
spouting sane-less, expressioned quotations
while counting carpet stains of neapolitan
Sit solitary as if involuntarily incarcerated
too afraid to swim the span of untested waters
…afraid of heart-rushes to failures…again
The disappointments of being discontinued
…even if love may be anointed in spirit
…the unrequited returns…shattering
…exacerbating the illusions
…leaving tears…invested in shame
It hurts and, it burns…
Where are the echoed answers?
…as the storm continues to expand*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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