Me..

Frozen heart, by heat of careless world,
fluid willed, by chill of the fear,
I run, livid in this spiritless world,
Amok, in the dead calms.

Artless in inspiration,
tactless in persuasion,
scathed by applause,
and coddled by claws.

Hurt, on being loved
and cherishing the alcove.
Depressed at the apex
and spirited in every fall.

Praised for the ordinary,
ridiculed for bringing a dawn
Dull at the beginning
but ending with aplomb.

Hardened of emotions,
yet fragile of the heart,
sure of my indecision
and eager to perform.

Rooted in the sheerness
of a guileless mind
and blinded by the glaze
of a clear heart.

Consecrated with demons,
and crucified with holy souls.
Stepped upon petals,
while grooming the thorns.

Overlooking perfection
and seeking flaws
Unvalued, Uncherished.
Me.. .