Another Undecided

Helpless to its very last definition

Do I find myself swallowed

Bound in chains quite torturous

From your hand created,

Incapacitated by my blindness

Do I finally see your face,

Intentions clear do I realize

The nature of my heart

And yours,

Weak in every sense of itself

Do I become silent and afraid

Captured in the very thought of you

The wit and humor that collapsed me

Burning all my foolish hope

Tearing into me like an animal

And betraying my innocence,

Alone without a sound for relief

Do I lay on the ground

Exposed by my tears

For the fool that I had become

Taken by an idea of beauty

Do I lay in the cold regretting

Tangled in a mess too common

Had

And forgotten.

Author's Note

Another untitled piece, to get the ball rolling..