Commotion

As the ink touches this page

The rage of knowing nothing about

Everything cancels the success of

Completion

This stage has just begun

On the premise that there is an

Image of reality leaking away from

Self

Having not a clue of the shrew  

Locked in the mix up of emotions

Pounding away at the doors left

Unopened

Love is haunting her dreams

She can’t seem to figure out

What the experience in her thoughts

Mean

As the ink touches the lips of his page

The cage she’s built to a heart

Yearning to be embraced is

Diseased

This stage is the middle of their story

Working on an ending by itself

Swatting away a past not hindering their

Future

Having not a clue what to do with this time

It is clear that the connection of two minds

Can bring a change to exist in what reads like

Commotion.