Ambivalence is the

true

silent killer.

It stalks

inside an empty shell,

flinging choices

around to rattle

the silence

inside,

as if

the shaking in my chest will stop

at any

distraction it makes

A frantic sweep

of the eyes

in the

dark reveals

that I haven’t changed

and

I’ve only

gone too far to prove it.

A lesser life

behind a

stark future.

I crawl forward

holding

my profound words,

Lie to yourself

to seek

the truth and

you will find it best served

cold,

is that why I shake,

as I

stew in

the wake

of my chaos,

unearthed.