Bubble
By MPTGraves
Dappled sunlight filters through
the image that I thought was you
and plays across my tumble-down
and flits about my troubled frown
to bring to view the worried crease
around my eyes a lack of peace
that furthermore accentuates
the wrongness of my current state
that through it all, it seems, pervades
like bright's swift shift to darker shades
of metaphor; elusive words
that only few have ever heard
like striking of a bitter chord
a shudder at the long abhorred
that leaves my body wracked and torn
like weight of dread a lifetime borne
to fade to death eventually
and in catharsis one may see
that dappled sunlight takes no toll
but inner turmoil fractures soul.
-mg