Close to Certainty

Welcoming an indecent flow of thought neither fluid nor formed yet existing, it’s there I’m aware. A door left ajar for no one seems to enter yet it lies masking blatantly an undignified struggle. On the table lays pride, price and pompous criticism against the strength of will and character. Here it combats an army of subtle aptitude nowhere near ability or talent. In the aftermath, bliss swallows an eternity of solitude yet denying grasp and eluding hope. Trickling rain rooting from windows of vagueness and pirated laughter attempts to bathe in hushed silence. Yet the tempt of breaking such cone rise greater to cause heave and indefinite denouement. To whose glory will this battle bring or is it to waste of time?

   

My bid is simple but intricate and true knocking on the threshold of another despite the truth that comes after.