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.