Clairvoyant

A poem about inner feelings

Withering
as I crumble to ground

My mind is deafened with truth
as I gag my heart to stay mute

A purgatory for the fearful and cautious

Vulnerability, locked up like an evil being
awaiting a worse faith yet to be seen

My mind is the window to my soul
my heart a remote black hole

A longing to be fearless

From here the truth is swallowed
like a hawk devouring prey

Burdened by mediocrity
what could they see, that I don't see in me?