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Buried In Doubt
Big light.
Reflection in the glass.
So bright.
Recollection of my thoughts.
The light glares in my eyes.
Reflection distorted.
Perception deceived.
Blurred vision helps me see what’s invisible to the naked eye.
Buried decision of what to do gets buried deeper down, underneath the loads of cheapened doubts.
What to do, what to do?
The light gets too bright and blinding, shutting the world from my view.
All that’s left is the memory I have left of you.
But, it’s under this doubt and indecision.
Buried six feet down, along with your love for me.
Dead and rotting in the coffin of my mind.
Hopefully they’ll be unearthed in time, before my mind gets blind and I end up buried down there, too.