I, denied the solace of refugee hunger
need embrace subtlety in the:
Search for Personal Suffering.

Imagined failures suffice as required
brittle angst crystallizes existence
the facets enthrall a fragile motivation,
better spent, but seldom so, elsewhere.

Self-mutilating desires of shrouded purpose
sounding depths of a stygian self-interest
fruitless, thankless, introspection
a clear answer repeated and forgotten,
in tragicomedy cycles of denial

Caged in a trap of my own device
dangling a key before my own averted eyes
I remain a book of clean white pages,
but for the one last read.