brittle.at the edge
of my serene
i
feel
broke.
yet strangely.
complete
it is warm
under all these
blankets
yet the comforters
offer no comfort.
the world
is a maze
of amazing
nothingness
dappled with
shades of longing.
i see her
in the dark
yet i cannot
touch her.
that is true hell.
held beneath the ice
brittle.at the edge
of my serene.
