2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
Naked and unashamed The garden abandoned Acceptance exchanged alienation in judgement alone
Too long trapped Hopeless and caged Owned and enraged I saw a way out Extinguished my apathy
Never again Will I be the means Used to deal my love an injury Never again
For an instant I touched it Greatness was upon me I wonder Do you know it?
Who am I now? I’m not the man I was before You’ve changed something Done something big You’ve opened up a door
It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets
Can you Unravel the lies You tell yourself To make it through Your uneasy
Whether moth to flame Or drawn in like fly to shit You captivate me
Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways
I have been proud I have considered myself wise I have thought that I was Far above The failures of others
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
I want to have it all A full meal with all the flavors Of the single morsel You fed me
Everyone thinks they know what is best. The path they have chosen Must fit all. Knowledge of Right and wrong
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.