Detachment of the Retina

When thoughts are afloat
Ranging from the real to the obscure
Digressing from the sensible to the nonsensical
Sparks linger in my eyes.

When thinking of those hot flashes
Emotions and flesh in the raw
Transporting you from pits to pedestals
Sparks linger through my eyes.

When desperation is at hand
Pangs of insecurites consume me from the insides
Comfort is a far away from reach
My eyes cannot see, perceive the light
As I am blinded by hate
Covered by clouds of confusion
And dark eruditions
To heaven I cry my shame
The devil’s clasps remain

As I attempt to be overromantic
As I border the eccentric and eclectic
I recall to where have all these devices sprung forth from
Hoping for redemption.

But as the cold within arise
I grimace.
Irrevocable, irrevocable!
An incoherent’s demise.