Changing Faces (Masked)

Pains me to even feel.
The coldness in your soul
Veiled beneath your eyes.

Frightens me to ever think
The ruthlessness of your mind
Glimpsed through your nasty acts.

Your every move is a sensuous invite
For only you are able to excite
The very minute you set sight
On what is otherwise an existential plight.

It's been a while since we last met,
I don't even recall when we together last ate.
We held out hopes for the future
Which turned out to be an epic overture.

Shudders me to imagine (now)
Life of the hopelessly sanguine
What fools we are
Imprisoning ourselves in a world
We created to liberate (that's meant to end).

Chokes me with emotions indescribable
How I landed in this shamble.
Now that I'm in,
I'm impelled to take the gamble.

Beckoning

The mind spins, the patience wearing thin.
Not much of a choice to be released.
So much there is to be unleashed.

Disinterest mounts by each ticking of the clock,
With their distinct mark of taunting.
Pumping fear and dread that's all the more haunting.

So much there is to be said.
Yet no one to say it to.
Even words cannot convey fully the meaning of being caged.

Multiple voices speak to a hollow vessel
Hypnosis that is therapeutic for the moment
Which morphs into acute pressure the next.

Seething with unexplainable fury and escalating frustration,
Solace is sought in the unthinkable dimension.
Sanctuary promises it's near and clear.

Pain is mere numbness;
Numbness is the ill which portends blight.
I break loose, losing myself to Hell's
Beckoning.

Cornered

What do you do
When you are troubled
But see no end
To your troubles?

Trouble is your suitor -
It seeks to court you
And you know it always succeeds.

I always believe not to
Trouble trouble unless trouble troubles me.
Now that it is knocking right at my doorstep,
I am at a total loss.

For I know my refusal and unwillingness to let it in
Will be but a futile and pointless resistance.

Bare

Could hardly resist your advances
When you moved so swiftly, so stealthily
Knew it would cost me dearly
To grant you access to my senses.

Does not help to leave
For you hold a part of me by the leash
My soul and self are not intact.
I can barely retract.

Once so wonderfully endowed,
Now so woefully exploited.
Bareness speaks of my state of destitution.
Rarely do I not reside in isolation.