HURDLES

The repetition of deception

masked as truth

unbeknown to its creator

fully comprehensible

Travelling through the night

a bastion

of half tangible realisations

Awakened at dawn

by a whisper

from the ghosts?

Holding out to the night

fumbling through the labyrinth

guided- just

by the senses

The cluttered soul

cascades:

into awakening

The longing

unpronounced