Impasse



Staring into nothingness,
With wind ruffling the hair,
And the incessant chatter of thoughts in the head, 
The creases along the hand are laid bare.

In two minds, and a soulless pursuit,
With a heart that’s there and yet not,
In the skin of the game I want to know nothing of,
An array of possibilities, sought and dropped.

With the reflection in the mirror I can barely recognise,
From what I was to what I’ve become,
Treading the trajectory of those countless illusions,
With every passing second, to those illusions, I succumb...




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