Provocation

Chasm of temptation pulls at my reluctant
sleeve leaving me void of refuge.

The floor holds no weight to my unwilling feet,
mesmerized by the source that hypnotizes my being.

I draw near to the scene that defiles all my bravery
and down to a mysterious, unknowable end.

Though I've lost all control of my days from now, a
cold comfort folds jagged, piercing of reassurance onto me.

With this deep winter, I match.

My temperament is appeased and ensured.

This is my destiny.

This could cloud my way.

Though not my eyes, these nuptials of
commitment, simply commit me to worry.