UnWanted In An Ill-Feeling Familiar Place...

Tonight, there was a vulture over my shoulder.

Sickly beat of gilded wings...

Alerted my senses..yet clouded my eyes.

She pecked away at my peace of mind...guilt ridden conscious...welling up behind my eyes and seeping through the quill like chinks that appeared in my armor.

Yet, memories hardened the heart once again.

The glittering return to peace lingered within an easy grasp, yet flittered away, as any pretty thing...as any delicate butterfly wing...the powder losing all fantasy when finally touched. Ruined.

Let well enough alone.

Blood dipped talons...crimson spotted beak...pecking away at the little peace of mind that remained under the frail Chinese silk.

Strange patterns of illusion....fill one's mind.

I dare not turn my back to the shadow..yet..I seldom know where it truly lies, and I'm left spinning blindly..alone...

At battle with a darkness that is unable to be wounded, and I...a poor child, defenseless in my attacks and futile victories littering my wake.

Waves break against the stones, churning with the cries of ravens...a stone cold disoption..fitted with the serene nature of such a beauty as the sea. Never still.

Down cast eyes... an open ear...the quickened heart beat deafening to the un-yielding hollow drum.

..is comfort wanted???????