CAMELOT FANTASIES

A strong gust of wind
Blowing with force
Matching the paroxysm of emotions
Wrenching my heart
Torn as to the decision in kind
Surging in the complexities
Abnormalities of smiling with tears
Facade is cracking in
So the light can shine thru
Intermixed with confusing fears
Confounded by what lies are true
I can see their mouths moving
Can't make the sound
Sound blue
A calmness
A stillness
Seems louder than the cacophony
Of the sirens
It's possible to lie in a fetal position
Preparing to die
Hugging knees to chest
They've always stated
Self love is the best

~Divine