Beauty.

Forlorn diaphragm of doubt
Why do you dwell in that pit?
Is your truth one of “trust” or “worth”
Or are you simply the liar upon my shoulder…
You are part of me, of none other
Yet why do I exert your power -
Unto those of whom I mean to trust?
Your scepticism influences my tired and tingling mind
Leave me

‘B’ within your being is misplaced –
Doubtful from – your – nature.
You were always meant to mislead
Uncertain Unsafe Unwanted;
Your throng depressses
I hate you Being, you must be rid…
But still you linger!
Leave me

Dumbfounded and deceived
Was that your clever trick^^the one
Of moving lines of images upon my potent screen?
It was you was it not; who delivered–
The Pandora Dreams/A box never to be opened,
But the one that made me scream–
Into my one-sided pillow?

‘Let us sleep now…’