Nocturne ,in C sharp Minor

I try to tip-toe on the shredded glass of regret

Scattered by my own indecisiveness

But it's no good

The weight of reality is pulling me down

So I stomp with all my might, and I groan

Shivers of ache climb up my spine

Sharply

Cracks in the pole of my being
I've done it again, so I know the drill
In a little while you get used to the pain
In a while longer it rather brings ecstasy to your senses
And you dwell on questions a bit bigger than these pricks 

How could humans be so weak in build and yet so strong in might ?

Beyond the pain and the dizziness
You look above

The moon, low and suspicious, is nowhere to be found tonight

He hates the clamors of bewilderment coming from below

No stars to whisper you hints

They ,too, have hogged their precious glints

You look behind

Your footprints start to fade

Along with your recollections, your past
Your mistakes, your regrets
Your pain

The remnant scent of misgiving 

Mingles with your chilling breaths 

Where you came from is oblivion

Where you going is unknown

Where you are standing is numbing your backbone
And you still don't know 
You hide inside

Fear,

Comes knocking at the door

It comes in, and sits in entitlement 

Initiates a casual conversation after placing 
A token of friendship on the coffee table

A pleasantly wrapped gift

Of weariness

Which you heartily take and proceed to make tea

Where you are is fine
Just fine.