Fine Lies

Wailing at reality of tear strewn eyes,

immersed in barrage of uncharted waters,

duped by shadows looming over dreams,

thoughts of disaster tottering in skids.

pinpricks of pain coursing through veins.

isolated with whispers of utter dejection,

life sealed with molten wax, dripping as

thighs become numb and paralyzed,

fleeing from pending doom of mortality,

nose diving into endless pool of mud

pleading for heartbeat to flatten spikes

confronting faces of empty promises

sagging forward - impending death prevails

But “I am fine,” I proclaim, as I spurt down path

of my past, hoping I still can find who I am.