broken thoughts

[kevin82]

We wax lyrical, poetic inflectives - of metaphors stringed to a single word.

On an introspective trip, I found myself denied -

afraid of eyes unseen,

afraid of words unspoken,

dying little deaths -

I've pledged a vigil against love - no fruit shall be born of me,

For what suffering must be endured to taste the bittersweet,

And yet it comes to trample on my tranquility -

heedless of my undesire:

Or was it fear that overcame passion,

Logic that triumphed in the wake of a fading grin -

if to desire is to suffer,

then forgive my sufferance -