Controversial Sight

For I see is what I fear. What I taste is my downfall. My language is my fault, and my heart is my skin. Outwardly cold, while introvert ably warm; can this be? Swimming in a see of darkness with arms flailing, am I set to succeed or to spectacularly fail.

Desires burning bright, kindling burnt with spirit still lost. Can ones fire still burn brightest above all with out proper fuel? Reaching with toes and finger tips can we hope that we reach it? Or do we regretfully inform our inner child it is lost for good.

Fishing at sea with compass and equipment at ready our boat floating, but no fish too catch? Are we heading to a place we destined to be our devastation? Now stuck with compass and not but a sea of doubt will I be able to navigate my way home? Or shall I sink for ever into the depths of my own creation?

Controversial sight. Seeing but not believing. Blind but all seeing. Can we truly believe that we see all that is out there for us, or are we just as blind as new child, denied sight. Where all holding tight as we are forced to travel in a world surrounded by controversial sight.

Puzzle pieces missing frustrations running high, will it finally fall into place before that doomed day? Fighting the ever lingering thought he clamps his eyes shut while he places that dark place deep in his inner cave, wishing a safe journey. Do we all use our own darkness as our crutch for survival or do some of the select toss that brace away and step bravely forward?

Paced heart and breath he finally deflates in his own blindness. A whisper lingers lost in his deaf ears as he realizes whats been all along. 'Just see' is all he gets now for its been too long that hes truly saw. Now eyes crusted over with past mistakes he screams while clawing at the suffocating brutality of his own demise.

Be it not, for its to strong to over come. Could silence be the best cure? Or does one blindness for ever rule over his heart?

Controversial Sight.