A vacant space has been molded
From fleeting thoughts and memories
What an illusion to enjoy
When your character is coated,
With attractive misconceptions.
Intrusions become the new norm
By performing interceptions
During the wildest bursts of storms
Formulating false perceptions
I am too down to enable
A new positive perspective
Maybe it will come just in time
Before I become unstable,
And play with knives inches away.
The absence of my peers echoes
Within the chambers of dismay
I begin to paint in yellows
As my heart starts to fall away.
My attitude seems scrupulous
Although, that is pure sophistry,
In the attempt for truthfulness
I begin to lose chemistry
With my own atoms leaving shells.
The flood warnings have come to light
Drowning out the neglected cells
I now stand alone in this fight
Waiting for the ringing of bells
He is in the mirror. Waiting.
Word Prompts: Fandango’s, vacant; Word of the Day’s, enable; RDP’s, scrupulous
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