Fatality

Am I a prisoner of dreams unreal? 

I await, and await, for a change unconcerned 

by my yearning, and despair, -this forest left to burn. 

As tangible familiarities dissolve into their creed

I'm left to mourn what never was mine to grieve. 

Am I a deviant of erudite peers?

I curse, and I curse, this desire for unattainable possibilities—

lay beads of my failures wreathed into intoxicating epiphanies 

What shame have I left if I, a renegade, stoop to repentance? 

But what life is life when my misfortune is labeled incompetence?

Am I bound by hope and fear? 

I wish, and I wish- upon stars- left unfulfilled

praying to gods I don't believe- violating my wills. 

What liberates me is the same that shackles my throat 

wrapping its fingers round voices I'ven't wrote.

I falter, I falter, I falter.