I see your haunted eyes
sleep’s tired turmoil
tangled in twisted sheets
with doubts that you have–
to leave or to stay
in the spider’s intricate trap
or inhale the toxic moisture
on a moody moonless night
where nothing makes any sense
everything converging at once
sending you into a relentless spiral
beyond life’s choreography
the dance you auditioned
that made you so ecstatic
when you heard you won the part
came with terms and conditions
you did not read the fine print
a non negotiable contract
that felt like a life sentence
without any chance of parole
but there is always an exit clause
sit down here for awhile,
in this haven of peace and listen–
in the silence, you’ll find the answer.
Chevvy's diary 