alew

been wrestling to stay lucid,

been lost for words about the multitude of entombed emotions!

been in a horrid quagmire of sorts, hurled up on blank pages, deeply entrenched in lonesome chambers of my heart.

a somber tone silencing my soul,

pervading my lowly spirit. and maybe

this is me bewailing what's muddled up in inconsolable grief, the undefined needs

and myriads upon myriads of phases knotted in untimely, if not, most unfortunate affairs.

but

i’ve heard these sighs are ever so temporal and some how, some way brilliant rays will illuminate a true and pure Sun;

casting these nebulous clouds encircling, smothering my kin. these godforsaken doubts and fears!

if only for a moment's reprieve.

yours truly,

Shirlin.