Spherical Conflict

Spherical Conflict

Nothing but a thing, typically the norm
Comforted sharing what was mine alone
Trying once again to find my place
Searching this maze of time and space

Emerging aggrieved into the light
Forbidding the dark to re-enter my sight
Wanting acceptance, discerning regret
Suppressing the anguish I cannot forget

Undercurrents of tension arise
Veiled by changing hazel eyes
Inflaming rage just held in check
Like unseen hands wrapped ‘round my neck

Stealing thoughts before they’re mine
Setting off chills along my spine
Proceeding forth to anxiously wait
While eagerly seeking my favor in fate

Revealing at last, a spherical path
Yielding for now my unspoken wrath
Trying in vain to justify
Yet knowing we’ll never see eye to eye

Allowing my heart to finally grieve
A depth of loss I now perceive
Mourning the years I can never reclaim
Tragically caught in this waiting game