What I feel on a daily basis is different
I have moments of anger
Others are full of happiness
Life’s’ jubilation
Others dark constrained and chemically erased
My position is stereoscopic on life's balance beam
I manage to teeter thru this tunnel of fixations
That I neither understand nor want to
Because I'm not fixed on any
I want what I want and have what I don't necessarily need
What I write is meant to enlighten
To comfort and challenge the reader
If every third line is read and the others forgotten
You will simultaneously see what I really am and that is challenging
at best
I'm nothing more than an instrument that has been instructed to
relay messages
That is instructions for life
What life is up to you?
The vehicle has no wheels a motor gears and is full of fuel
Do you understand how it moves?
The screws are loose the frame badly bruised it's eyes shifty but
still allowed to move
Oxygen depleted
Nitrogen abundant
Remnants of a carcass are illustrated through signatures
But the outcome is inconclusive
The shoes are tied with loose laces
His hands rinsed in dirty water
His eyes full of pain
Yet his tears are pure
I am Miseries Company on the loneliest of nights and loves partner
when hate is busy
Read this with closed eyes and see what I see
Then die because you won't be missed
If the shoe fits then
Why not wear it?
When it rains the world cries
Because it starts with a single tear then multiplies
Life's caterpillar
In a world of butterflies
How
ugly is that?
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