spark siren
The doors to mi amor are closed off.
A barricade prevented entry;
friends walk happily in - enamoured even.
I am discordant of a wish.
From death comes dents in my steel nerves.
It is my brutalist, controlled chaos, poetic curse.
I fear a date of abandonment.
Conversations attacking mental fragility.
Certain barriers barred my accented approach.
To explore someone new while lost to row boats.
Low hopes are ceilings for harsh pills.
Once upon a sealed scripture,
gold poems remained on red quill spills.
I wrote half a story anthologies only for it to be fantasy fallacies.
Most likely for craft progression.
Undiagnosed emotional purgatory
elaborated on a higher dosage expression.
It's depressing the pedal for my metal body,
slowing to an inclined plateau.
However, rolling back was impossible.
Mi amor's barrier will desecrate my- better said disintegrate.
Safe to say - stuck.
peak talon
graceful sand
drifting harbor
blissful gazelle