Disquiet

Sparks igniting half-muttered questions,
Inescapable in their urgency to speak.
Curious shades of hesitant blue and abstract green,
The tedious search for answers at the peak.

A certain walk of withering will,
The lone certitude of blank adversity.
Fall of the noble oceans,
Over edges, boundaries, and myopic corners.

The mirthless urge to perform, create, kill.
The rage of the savage fire.
The caged voices sing as they die out,
Drowning in their overwhelming sorrow.

Ridiculous, the veil of material normalcy,
I look beyond a life measured in coffee spoons,
Not knowing,
What I seek is what I do not know.