Ordinary Fray

Pale, Frail, Veil
Have so many tales
Centered on plans
Dropping like strands
I feel used as a group
Minutes I took
Standing outside
Denied entry
Feeling like gentry
Did not pick me
Due to ill health
Or stubborn ill-malice
Or something still callous
To report higher-end-
Or even defend
Your body’s logical & irrational.
Pretend
He can’t comprehend
The drenching cold of
Breathe in & out
Suffocating no doubt
Inside
Barely there
Give out
Trembling fit
Apocalypse hiss
Nervous
Can’t breathe
Measured retreat
Wanting to wrap in a cocoon
No hurt, no wounds
Desire to be
Uncomplicated and free
Don’t want to see
This stultifying grief
Want to be pure
And endure
The lessons
Life taught before
Wrapped up in this
Envisioning ghosts of resistance
I want to see the dearest
That I longed for
To be nearest
I’m also so cruel
Though sometimes
Play the willing fool
Easygoing on the outside
But can be the devil
Perverted atrocity
Want to get out
But in some doubts
Can placate and mix with authorities
Whilst can barely
Stand to land
On their platform
Of sand
Not grand
But planned-
Would love to ensure
If an angel
Would land
Or endure
Or a creation
More out there
And bare
Could show them
Its lair
Need uncertainty
To snap out of revelry
And paved with
A bit of intensity
Is always
The best cure