misconceived

I walked along the aisle of interpretation,

where my facade is perceived as what is within me,

Befuddled, anguish starts to rain all over me ,

It feels heavy as the surface hardens, concrete like.

excruciation

Nocturnal conversation embarked,

and halted without a hint,

Leaving me suffocated by inquisition,

and waited fatuously forever.

solicitude

She who deviates me to the path of clarity,

She who punch a hole through my torso,

She who unintentionally neglected,

She will be loved, distinctively.