Acquiescence

For the mere loathing of complaisance,
I insist upon the intense.
In absolute terror and fear
Of apathy and indifference,
I dredged through.
I looked, and looked,
For something beyond,
For something so much more,
A thing I can’t articulate,
A piece I could never comprehend,
A thought I could never compile,
I forfeited to acquiescence.
Maybe not.
Or so I would like to insist.
But I remain bereft,
And lost,
With all the things
I was scared of becoming,
Only to find
The shadows of the universe
Infinitely multiplied
Beneath my skin.
Sighed in every breath.