Desperation
Desperation
I draw a slender line
Between depression
And desperation.
I've been curing
depression
With ease while
Still unsure of
Desperation.
It has been showing
Like freckle on my
fragile
Impersonation I never
Hide.
I live parallel to
Surging and
disintegrating
Hues of sustaining,
Positioning amidst
Destruction.
I resemble into a
Fixture of canvas kept
In the corner of a
Storing room with other
Undesired scraps,
Painted with strokes of grime,
Trying to be a masterpiece
Amongst the wreck.
I adore myself for a while,
Minding away tactics.
I shrug down the pattern,
With blankness,
Desiring to escape,
Returning to the glare
Of desperation.