Cognitive Dissonance

I lay askew and unfilled,
Grasping for an invisible something that I swore was there,
Scraping an imperceptible sea that scented of meadow,
A silky soft touch of blazing embrace,
A curdling pop in my chest retracts my arms to a pale chest,
My heart lay in waste, wishing to ooze itself from a ribcage that binds it in confusion.
Darkness licks my skin into cold bumps of sorrow,
My left mind screams in defiance as the right side rapes,
"Why do you just sit there and sulk!
The ashes you lay on are old, do not eat them,
Let them scatter into the wind,
May the rain cleanse not drown,
And the lightning strike you a brighter perspective."