Impasse

Staring into nothingness,

With wind ruffling the hair,

And the incessant chatter of thoughts in the head, 

The creases along the hand are laid bare.

In two minds, and a soulless pursuit,

With a heart that’s there and yet not,

In the skin of the game I want to know nothing of,

An array of possibilities, sought and dropped.

With the reflection in the mirror I can barely recognise,

From what I was to what I’ve become,

Treading the trajectory of those countless illusions,

With every passing second, to those illusions, I succumb...