Ataraxia Impossible Poem by Betty Stoneman

relinquishing of your existence
from the spaces you inhabit
in the well guarded chambers
of admiration and desire
releasing of vivid recollections
striking facial expressions
each charming and captivating
reflections of personality
transgression of attraction
has proven impossible
ataraxia impossible
insomnia opening a portal
in my discontented mind
a realistic dimension of hell
malicious illusionary images
tease with glimpses of possibility
upon eager lips and fingertips
until you turn dismissively
leaving me to insignificance
transgression of fascination
has proven impossible
ataraxia impossible