Doldrums

Is this what we have become,
stilted kisses and bare-bones hugging.
I can't even speak properly,
for fear of spilling all my beans.
Saying all the true things that cannot be,
but with nothing left to lose,
except the fear that truly,
there's nothing left to lose,
why am I so afraid?

The silent screams are infinitely louder
than the calm that comes
as the winds-of-change
stay fervently absent.
So I burn my sails
I raise my walls,
higher than the highest horse.
Here on the morale apex,
that is amorality
I stand tall.