Hydra

An oppressive disgruntlement dismembers me, drawing me thin unto nothingness. With doubt I venture forth unknowing of my hapless wit, unsecured by the narrowed trust of a friend.

My eyes turn in-ward, wondering /// *What am I doing, what have I done until now? What shall I do when I ve figured that out?* From a dear perspective I blunder, as spoken and unspoken channels I m impartial to.

An older opinion renders youth naive, although fresh, it will never be enough to satisfy. The expectation is forthcoming in time but time s essence is ever elusive.

In this mind lapse I daydream; centered in a dark cloud proofed from the sun. While within I saunter varying my pace from slow to erratic. The world bends and I imagine it s me. My head remains tilted in wonderment as disappointment veers to neutrality.

No longer does the rain sting or the wind wrap, but instead a blanket of soft comfort traps me; thence came the lord of hybrid spring and winter. So this, my perpetual fall, becomes my thunder.

This colossus of emotion stirs my death eater, a serpent head that girds uncertainty. Hence a newly sensitive walks, confounded and braced before the clock tower. This is my everlasting dusk. Contorting everything I know in these lost sensations.