I do not wallow
However long I linger,
Hope still illuminates my circle.
What incentive have I to obfuscate
When you will only misunderstand?
We strike out, not against our own cliches
But against those who shine the mirror.
My heart strains and scatters.
I hitch my breath,
Words race past
If posed I cannot but answer.
Every corner of every room
Is filled with my story and yours.
Blood biting into the concrete,
Gossip is always indiscreet
Believe me when I tell you
That nothing makes sense.
Grey is the only philosophy
That encompasses the full spectrum
Of the human dichotomy.
If I struggle it’s only because
I have room enough to deliberate.
Nothing burdens quite like
The freedom of choice.
The ground beneath me
Buffering, the sky above me
Buffering, and your words
Are only abbreviations
Of conversations will never have.
My writing has been pretty crappy lately and for that I apologize. I am going through some heavy emotional stuff and that is about all I can say other than it seems to be taking all I have just to breathe.