Can't help but look closer in a state of limbo.
Without release I face the truth,
No longer masked by the haze.
In purgatory I lace reality,
Trapped in my mind ,
I wander the maze.

A shrill cry can be heard at night,
Void of light it reflects the stale.
From within,
Minimal depth of field in the grayscale.

I take off my spectacles,
No longer in the clutch of the tentacles.
Thought I'd see clearly,
Distinctly,
Can't even speak succinctly.

So many thoughts in my mind,
But they tenaciously construct barriers to relief.
Cloaked by grief,
No release,
Close my eyes and turn a new leaf.