Unblooming Progress
Feel the heat
the inner cold
and then the outer
chill meet
what it seems
to me anyways
is drowning in
a sea of screams
out I want
from inside fears
of questions that
I hunt
alone in rooms
of laughter and tears--
I feel myself
unbloom.
Painted faces
bought in stores
glaring while
running races
for many days
pass them by
and I solely
search the maze
for one set of eyes
to search
and find the ends
and demise.