Poetic Expressions: Anachronism

My conscience is rather serpentine

It speaks to me cautiously...

...tickling my ears with enticing lies

My heart it yearns to grasp the air

It loves to revel in despair

It covets notions that are fleeting in nature...

..anachronistic ideas , an impossible flair

Do i want to break ?

From dream connections I make ?

Or... I build them just to crumble

In an eventual and certain stumble..

But i know its simpler than that

Obsession.. the ultimate trap..

It steals my idea of faith

Builds a compulsion that I cannot break...

There arrives a need to scream and shout,

For I remain focused on a futile illusion

My earnest delusion..

That is recurring and indeed, bothering

A constant.. A focus on the untouchable..

Much like an insect.. I am..

I am stuck inside an ember encasing, like a butterfly that is forever breathing..

Its last breath..