The same brick wall I build which once shielded slings and arrows,
Now floored upon me with all its concrete illusion.
The same dreams that once infinitely the Sandman
Abetted me to swank a sound slumber,
Now befell to be dreadful nightmares
Each night I try to break away from.
The same solitude I at one time envisioned being my Zion,
Now disentangle to be this crammed full Hades.
The same goddess which I once sited in a pulpit;
She who opened my eyes and wiped my tears,
Now morphed to be this Frost Queen
In whose slight touch, freezer burn!
And the constant raison d'être for my drowning eyes.
The same shadows I persistently stumble upon narrow alleys
and dead ends
Which at a point served as my only company,
Now even in the brightest of days no sight.
The same quill and parchment I used to draft my traverse
In this cosmic string theory,
Now became quill darts
That struck me bulls-eye where it hurts the most...my soul!
The scripts on parchments expunged.
The same source of strength I once called upon for fortitude,
Now grew to be the reason for my deteriorating circumstance.
The same perspective of life,
I once frequently sketched on a blank canvas
To boast having this perfect equilibrium,
Now I've erased for it's a three dimensional
The same mask I perpetually sported to dispel
Other peoples duplicity and as well as mine,
Now glued itself into my mortal coil.
A permanent fixture to me,
Yet just another quintessence of human dichotomy.
These same eyes which once gleefully dumbfound
Life's miracles and mysteries,
Now see only blurred visions.
True meanings of what once were figurative truths
But in reality are only artificial optimisms and false certainties.
A second look...these are my blurred revisions!