There are sad, awkward feelings
floating precariously
on the unstable edges of our conscience
they dabble in the earliest of sunlights –
in that frail realm between night and day,
but grapple with the fragility of happiness
and struggle to surrender to the eternal strife
that marks the search for felicity
And as the day recedes into dusk –
in that frail realm between day and night,
we fight for those last specks of evasive light,
struggling to grasp elusive rays of truth
that bend with mistrust and
scatter with stale hypocrisies,
lie low beneath shimmering waters
until we are shattered enough to face
the calamity of misguidance
wrought upon souls marred with
callous cruelties.
