Dichotomy Web

Trudging as a scorched weary traveler in the wilderness of the desiccated life, I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow. Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing face, confused, I don’t know where I should be going to belong. As I disintegrate in myriad illusions into drifting dust in the desolate wasteland of my life, I see transformed, my broken heart I scatter as debris on your obscure trail. I let the hard times of denial profoundly strike me, ever so strongly that my yearning space is shattered. I strive to preserve the shards of battered essence in the inner sanctum of instinctive quietude. I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable, creating the compulsive cocoon of imposed isolation to contain the cacophony of pervasive chaos for the soul to get suffused in calm insulation. As I become a lone prisoner of my making, force me to be a captive behind the wall I construct with the fortification of the false sense of pride, I find you disappear like mist in gale beyond my garden, taking the fragrance of flowers I love to see blossom. I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled uncertainty: break the wall, walk away free into oblivion, or stay secluded, obscure within the cage I’ve built.