I am marooned

On a peninsula,

Wedged between

Scylla and Charybdis,

Somehow,

Deep in the chasms

Of the recesses of

My lingering subconscious,

I feel like I am meeting

A vaguely familiar acquaintance

Of mine,

 
Yet the cogs of my cerebrum,

Gyrating furiously,

Refuse to click in place,

Leaving me to wonder,

If I am merely missing

A stray piece

Or am profoundly astray

On the meandering promenade

To epiphany
 
If I can look past

The ostensible divergence

And into the depths

Of divulgence

 
I feel like I have no viable option
 
Tumultuous seas surround me,

Vociferous

In its fervor,

Incarnadine,

With sanguine crimson

Tinging its caliginous waters,

And ahead of me,

Nebulous,

In an aureole

Of vague effulgence

Stands a viaduct

Leading to the Great Unknown,

 
I can either be swallowed

By a torrent of all the world's sepulcher,

Drowned before I even began,

Or I can make the exiguous steps

To what seems like a perfidious haze,

To be engulfed

Inexorably

 
It's only a matter

Of some negligible steps

Across the murky antechamber

Yet I am mired

In place

Ensnared

By a latticework

Of the trellis of

Vacillation

But I know,

Lingering in

The realm

Of my innermost cogitations

That I cannot prolong

This hiatus

Any longer

 
I know

I will inevitably succumb

To its inveigling superficiality,

Unable to cling much longer

To the anchors wrought

By the angst of inexplicable disquietude,

And zealously siphoned to its gateways

A world of unfathomable outlandishness

 
But I cannot escape

From this far-stretched possibility

That, one day, I could

Venture into its depths,

Not by coercion,

But by Volition,

A flower I have yet to pluck

But tantalizing

In its captivating enchantment

 
Here I am

On the threshold

To High School

And I walk away

Scathed

By the arrows of perfidy,

Searing my sanguine hopes

A coruscating fantasy,

Dissipated

Forevermore,

And I know

Unerringly,

What it feels like

For a castle in the sky

To come tumbling down

In the face of reality

An entire world of dreams

Of blissful reveries

Collapsing before your eyes

In a flash of putrid smoke

Renders the debris of a torn heart

And the wounding

Of an innocent soul