Where do I stand ?
An awkward silence.
A tense corridor.
Windows and doors unopened, just the silence of after math.
Previous events daunt on the ideas and theories of the past ... A distant memory.
A shaded memory, a facade of fact.
A facade shading the truth of suffering and frustration.
Ignorance of patience and understanding.
Left lost ... tension over grown, left to lust over what may have been.
My thoughts a draft without fresh air, clogged and misted by corruption, is wisdom power or dishonour.
Underestimating ones knowledge and strength.