The Cure All For Every Artist's Disappointment Poem by Kai Ford

Encapsulated dreams loom right above my eye-line
question is how to rupture their protective shell to experience them in their most potent state
deliciously craving the alien, though I'm certain it's as harmonious as I created.
Shadows of doubt periodically cloud these dreams in a shade of color resembling worry
the positivity of the 'when' becomes hazy
my lungs fill with a moments fear,
jagged shards of disappointment bombard my minds eye
all that's viewable is another casting, another audition, another opportunity
another another another
At the present time that's not enough for this purposeful being
so the most promising thing in my control is to lay discouragement next to my nap....
4/12 1: 15 am