Indiscernible is something
that crawls beneath my skin
Seeping through my veins,
trickling into my heart.
That in my head,
lingers like a melody
Familiar, vague,
waiting to escape.
A weed worming among roses.
A butterfly trapped in a jar.
Something that within me does thrive
Immured in which am I.

That which appears
like some faraway lights
In the silent cold,
flickering through the night.
Drained of colour,
stained all in black
Dark as the clouds
spreading across the sky.
Quiet and cold,
that rises inside me
Sneaking away warmth
from every fiber of my being.
Something that screams
each night inside my heart
begging to be heard, still
indiscernible it remains.

What are you looking for?