Composure perishes
While the steam of sorrow
Scales the wind

I find myself
Enclosed by troublesome refuge
Confined to my own fits of heartache
Carelessly marooned
Atop boundless treachery

Self-deception is my heinous crime
Self-delusion has wrung me dry
I strive to replenish
The waters that sustain me
Only to spoil them once again
With foul and murky notions

Fluctuate
Has overrun my thoughts
Predisposed to sulking
Scowling and reveling

The erosion takes
In each moment of panic
Only to be returned
In jagged slivers of certainty