Weeping

Kurt dangled on a bangled teardrop crying for muted vision Braced for superficial insight as the surface mirrored the cracks Tension was his life line for he longed for shedding his fears But nightmares thoroughly punctured his resilient sound of despair He drifted on ragged conviction that vivid living was a fantasy With monumental imagination draped in reminiscent clouds Guided by unquestionable courage he hung on for dear life Or to what remained once deflated imagination congealed His matted hair rose high while dreadlocked thoughts pierced An innocent grimace concealed the past of an untold future Yet he mastered a nostalgic smile for the sake of his journey Undercurrents must not overwhelm the attraction of moonlight He was threadbare to the staggering core but free as a lost kite Abandoned forgotten and flying to the sun’s caress nevertheless When the bubble popped he ballooned into timeless surrender And found a magical place in the whirlwind of his imminent soul Tender emotion so nearly defeated by reason and shadowing doubts Resurfaced as soon as he let go of his conquest for seeming control The proposition dawned that it mattered no longer whether he was Inside his floodgates or closer to streams of consciousness' periphery A magician appeared within the scope of horizon in hopeful belief That love and compassion would be victorious over moribund battles He therefore buried knife edging chisels of hatred instead of his heart Mopped up sobbing misadventure and wiped the mist from his eyes 09th March 2020