Nomad soul frozen,
Direction seems lacking,
Perfected facade,
Deep surfaces cracking.

Running on pause,
Quickly losing races,
Vivid the bodies,
Blurring of faces,
Locked in people,
Losing soul in places,
Who exists in the body,
My finger traces?

Future in shackles,
Love my addiction,
Lacking completely,
In truth and conviction.

Wide open windows,
Fixed gaze on closed doors,
Failure of distinction,
The pain,
Mine or yours?
Slipping away,
Crawling towards,
Sitting with angels,
Disguised as whores,
Torn by the memories,
The heart it stores.

Do I only exist,
Your simple placation?
Does this mirror reflect,
Love, or desperation?
Sex and my soul,
Painful separation.
Passing the point,
No return or reparation,
Patient is the noose,
While awaiting salvation.

Megan Forrest
December 20, 2019