Trepid feelings
Behind a charcoaled curtain
Each turn hides the light
Behind such
Strays a pointer
In all the Cardinal points
Some enhances such
With a two spirit being
But to a darker curtain
It’s only a guise
For our stationary eyeballs
No matter it’s change
It’s still – still
Behind the curtain
For a day
Is self felt
With the exclusion of the world
Each paths is only a guise
Filled with faith of surety
God blesses with instinct
Beyond such gift
Mere trust of wit and selflove
Keeps one going.
