Emergence From Void

 Words, lines, ideas, 

luring me from afar,

I follow their path, only to be abandoned

as they scatter, fade away, erasing their trace.

Alas, what could have been a sonnet, a tale that

was sung for eons to reverberate,

now just seems a teasing smoke, exhaled 

by my cold deluding despair,

reminding me of that fog of nicotine 

from her ruthless seducing, crimson coated buds.

And now reprimanded by my frowny grin

for I was lost in this void, before this deluding pursuit

and after chasing this mirage, I only seem to sink

lower in this abyss,

fretfully now my shelter,

hopefully for a brief time period, though

thankfully was I enveloped by this,

for this pursuit of applause fatigued me

of their inattentive formal claps,

also their desires which had echoed, only

come from my screaming lust.

These tidal waves of cacophony,

had only washed me away,

From what I deeply wanted to be, only to be banished

to this dark, desolate desert of deafening silence.

tis possible I was to remain here, till

I rest rejuvenate and realize,

Devious and clueless, is this course of destiny,

for even here, I'm not me

and beyond this dimension what lays, may

not be for me...

and yet I resolve to resurrect, 

breaking this caging casket

still I choose to tread ,with words

inserted like thread, 

in a needle of rhythm,

crawling across this fabric of mind,

this canvas of my voice,

emerging as this protrusion,

for them to see, what I show

in this tapestry, perhaps as they see, seek too

I will, who I am, may be some of this

or of it all.