Petrified

The suitors from the lake
force a craving silence
a monumental plethora
of fools, of pretenders...

This numbness
is desperately
futile in a sarcastic
and funnier way

You know where you are?
You are in the eye of the hurricane
and you stand still, petrified
looking at things you cannot grasp

A melody you've never heard before
an image never imagined
a smell uncovers
a different kind of warmth

I call it dreams and sleep
in a June cold rainy day
all you give is excess
all you take is fear