The Scales of Balance
Temperamental,
Faltering foundations.
I feel it slide, collapsing from the inside.
Uneasily I'll find my feet; I'll remain capable,
Reinforced for now, but it's still perishing.
My discomfort directs me,
Vexed by irrational scrutiny,
Assuring plagues of despair;
Articulated fears.
Inflicting such pitiful catastrophes;
Sabotage my subconscious, sparing me.
Drained and dragged, confined in my mind,
Unraveling twisted reasoning.
Shining forth, drawn to this glow,
Unfortunate for the tormenting.
Far behind I'll see, this falling short of everything.
Far behind I'll see, there is cause for release.
Far behind I'll see, the lack of ability to collide.
Far behind there will be no remorse this time.
Far behind I'll see, this falling short of everything.
Far behind I'll see, there is cause for release.
Far behind I'll see, the lack of ability to collide.
Far behind there will be no remorse this time.