Monochrome illustrations in hard-to-paint folds
Wealth brimming silence calm bustle outside
Compelling cringing urges to escape
Wild unbroken horse mental whirl
Shattered and whole, broken sheet vacuumed packed.
Frosted preserved and taunting at me
Never again, rings such dull hope
Considering possibilities not outwardly spoke.
Still cast down besides, so accursed
I know I truly want no one else.