‘Neath the surface anguish wakes

A frail knot unbecoming

There was

Unshed longing

Unheard tears

Unknown fissures

Unplanned isolation

Where there once was

Unbridled light of connection

Now lies strangled webs of loneliness

Glyphs strung together

Like dew drops in innocence

A glint of mischievous commonality

E

V

A

P

O

R

A

T

E

S

Leaving naught but inperceivable chill

The shudder that runs

Beyond what’s comprehendable

And deep into wretched bones

Joy no longer

Typography morphs to tyranny

A personal Hell

Damned to incarceration

In one’s imagination

A tenuous saviour

The writer is suspended

Between existing and not-

Beneath the surface

The writer is doomed

Riddled with forsaken’s curse

The mortal and immortal

Reality and imagined

Blur bend become

One.