Chaos swirls gleefully around my ankles

threatening to drown me forever

sleep hurriedly plays hooky from half-hooded lids

leaving behind gritty, distorted vision

love strangles my neck in a sweet embrace

neither dead nor alive, I hang in limbo

in this twilight zone of suspended nothingness

lingering clandestinely, I look for foresight

hindsight only twists a rusted knife through my tortured soul

the sullen desolation in the pit of my stomach

screams tedious tales that I would rather not tell

wily words slyly tiptoe from the tips of my fingers

writing somber stories that were never intended.