The Scorn, pt.VII

One question endures, never answered

The hardest part, the unknowing

Simple as I am, I cannot fathom

All the intricacies and obstacles

At times, I feel at home

Moments later, a dark cold

Intertwined, yet ever distant fate

I hold on with a degree of uncertainty

Only a fool could not see the tragedy impending

To cling on with such desperation

The day will eventually come

When all is said and done

The fabric unwoven by a single thread

Leaving me undone

Still, the poignant question

Unwanting to be solved lingers

Unstable, chaotic

Fraught with such despair

As to choose requires strength

That I pathetically lack

Making an answer cruel

Belittling what is at stake

I crave my simplicity

But, this complexity keeps me alive

As absolutes can only destroy

Yet, I cannot determine a compromise

To mend all that is broken

And should I choose absolutely

Either I, or this world may shatter

Some questions are best left unanswered

But, with each day left undetermined

Delirium takes root...