All these feelings tangled,
hidden in between
a shredded blue-sky curtain
-magnified-
in timed descension.

Perhaps dreamt tears shall shine on through-
a prismatic light formation.
And if it chose to come ablaze,
I'd torch my held creation.

If only I could speak out loud,
I'd release such festered thoughts
inside.
But focused dreams appear too rare
in a jagged mind, deflected.

And in this hopeless place I yearn,
still clinging to these covers tight.
Yet if I ever had the chance,
I'd gladly watch this shelter burn.