dreamy trench
Me
By: Someone Else
An arm rusted by complacency grips a key
Carved by misdirection, etched through ennui
It fits perfectly in the keyhole but alas
The road to it is paved in glass
Shards of the self scattered
Cloth of the familiar tattered
A visage of grandeur so utterly hated
Hated by the self but leaves others elated
My chrysalis suffocates yet shelters
Yet, the more I remain the more my skin swelters
The juxtaposition of safety and protection
One blinds me and the other forces my reflection
Contemplation akin to torture, fascination akin to shame
Constantly seeking the spotlight and always avoiding the fame
I tread lightly on a foundation of skepticism and sorrow
Wondering when the next step will erase my tomorrow
How does one question their own heartbeat?
Is it an art or just the sound of meat?
How does one question their own existence?
Is it an accomplishment or is it simply persistence?
How does one understand when they don’t even know the question?
ionic herald