The Unresolved Poem by Joey Wade

An inner grip heeds the uncertainty of the horizon,
Forceful questions linger deep, unresolved and pregnant,
rise up as spirits, dead before justice,
floods of inhibition surround the island of creation,
He is cut off from all of mankind, lost in lonely intentions
forever seeking social dimensions!

Two mistresses fight ever so in rapturous delight,
one reminding me of my gloom and the other of sheer delight,
I serve each with blind devotion, one reminds me of scars and subtle trembles,
the other of my strength and might!
Nourishing a lonely soul, insignificant in a vast plot!

Who am I.?
the shadow invisible in another's eyes? or
the defiant rebel rising to destiny's sighs?
the enigma or the symbol?

The mystery thickens with people'faces,
words fail and feelings thicken,
their sighs, their absorbing smiles, their success and their pathological desires,
stolen secrets from the past, presented in original conscious designs,
why am I here? I shout