A NEST OF WORMS

A veil of tears hangs behind my eyes
Because I can't believe in you, nor me,
Sometimes I see visions that last forever
Broken like glass by the stones
of your insensitivity.
Am I a fool?
Or an emotional cripple?
Am I so needy, or so mixed up
That I would sacrifice my sanity
To be held in this fantasy
Devoid of all real meaning?
Underneath my guise of self-control
a myriad of Confusion mingles amongst itself
Like a nest of worms,
Slipping, slithering, blind and
Probing, faceless; going nowhere,
Suffocating my logic, ingesting
My self esteem. Hollowing me
Out till my skin bursts . . .
Whatever happened to my childhood
Dreams of wealth and power
. . . And love, oh love!
How I dreamed of you transforming me
To a prince of king
With my fairest of fair pledged to me
in beauty for eternity.
Love is all blossoms
And peace and joy.
Oh how I wish I knew love better, its fragrance
escapes me.