Spellbound

Marinated in Bitterness:
I cry too easily
(maybe it's all the brilliant closure)
that
ends up
melting my mind and
pouring my
heart
into a mold,
psychedelic colors
mix and fade to the grey
braving the rapids
of unspoken words, filling up the
Dam(n)
Recirculation of doubt
Dwelling.
On the future?
The future seems
as spellbinding and
unstable as a ladder:
dwindling into the
distance
each unsure step terrifying and wonderful-
dissolving into one another-mixing
into the grey