we don't know

[shryan]

One person, infatuating

Another one, not noticing

Foot to foot

And wall to wall

Walking in air

Then the fall onto his face

The carpet is uncomfortable,

And the pillow wouldn’t do as well

As would something from you.

A failed attempt and he flees



A superficial success surmised.

And in an empty exaggeration,

He looks to thought

While his feelings echo

“We don’t know either.”



He walks back,

Through the blistering

Wind and cold,

Stuttering,

Trying not to slip,

On the ice of his mind.

And his thoughts melt

With drops of regret

A forgotten emotion ne’er felt,

Nor e’er heard from

Footstep by single step

Crunching the frosted blades

Shattering his hope of a possible situation



This juncture has come at last:

A decision of impulses,

A frustration from infatuation,

A questioning of why

To which unknown feelings reply

“We don’t know either.”



Another hang up followed

With hollowed contempt.

And a slight effort without a heart that

Drips and drains all plasma filled blood

Leaving it to chance and part

To stop at thirteen plus this day.

So to marinate this beating core,

He clings with static

To an empty hope of some kind of mercy

Just to ease his icicle shattered mind.



What is this concern for you that he possesses?

Why look into a mirror that fails to glance back?

And the feelings retort



“We don’t know either…”