Visions Stutter Aspirations

As the room captures vibrations of thought
I spill spiritual language: whispers
which flutter from cracked lips; dry red berries.
Vital principles dance along shadows,
disembodied reflection wanders eyes;
once colourful shades but now they're empty.
Visions stutter aspirations while sighs
gather tools left in memory's prospects,
this sensitive soul naturally cries out,
regrets casually crack bones in fingers;
too tired to reach for the pen and record
solitude's ambience in a diary.
　
Perhaps hope shall return as the future
lifts up her skirts and runs into laughter,
I'll live in her shadow and beg it does,
the present's moments shrug insanity
across these shoulders; wretched blades of defeat.
Perfection's greedy promises pluck strings;
snapping in this heart's sad environment.
Alcoholic fascination soothes wild
imagination as the feathers wrap
the mind's mists into blue silken ribbons.
A way to alleviate these symptoms
that crash reckless anxiety against
fear's buttoned-tight archaic emotion.
And I swerve into darkness while panic
rips through personality's expansion.
Tomorrow is a wind away in time's
fashionable aspect; a cat-walked grin.