It's not all honest here, a toxic sweet cell
Even in my own and unaccounted
Fascinating free space, there are lies
Meticulously fashioned, and defined
Comparable to holding your breathe
Beneath layers of obscuring film
The surroundings are breathtaking
And the pressure is suffocating
Taking in a swift and treasured gasp
Clear air, my shapeless instant of clarity
Momentarily blinded, atop a spire
Wouldn't you hold on, and not let go
Shooting up towards morning star
Its rays mirrored on capricious waves
A short lived beaming tenderness
Before regressing into a drenching melancholy
© Carla, 2011
