In the moments I stare...
so blankly
wondering of what's to come tomorrow...
with some matters unclear
still smoldering in the smear...
all mixed up.

Where tomorrow lies bleak
And how the emotion shiver in uncertainty
feels hurting beyond the freezing cold...

The play of words
juggling in suspense
The moves of scorpion dance
where visions of the superficial
all with nothing of bricks and stones...

And I am left once again
at stare in total blankness of the moment...