End of The Road- Poetry By Bruce

Behind the Barrier

I think what hurts the most,

Is that I don't require alot,

I barely ask for anything at all,

Except patience, consideration,

A baker's dozen of conversation,

And the acceptance of the fact that sometimes I fall,

When walking the wire,

My mind is always racing,

So on the rare occasion,

Of finding someone that brings me peace,

More than often you'll find that I'm tired,

Which is interesting,

Because very rarely you'll find me asleep,

I'm misunderstood,

But not because I'm layered or complex,

Or mysterious, or deep,

I'm misunderstood simply because,

I can't seem to keep...,

Or rather nobody chooses to stay,

Long enough to help me figure out,

The reason I'm this way,

Which is fine,

My mental health is nobody's obligation,

And either way I'd hate to trap,

Anyone I claim to love,

In the maze of complications,

That is my mind,

I wouldn't do it if you asked,

But there's this wall...this barrier in my head,

That most can't seem to get past,

Despite some people's loving efforts,

And other people's lackluster attempts,

The problem is there's no key,

And how far you make it in all depends,

On how deeply we know each other,

And the strength of the chains of our bond,

Some people have barely got an arm in,

And others have made it to the pond,

That I set up,

Just outside the entrance to my mind,

I've even left refreshments out there,

So at least it's not a complete waste of time,

And it can't be said,

That you cared,

And I did nothing for you,

Or that you reached out,

And I pushed away your hand,

Either way it seems,

For a while at least,

It may be me alone, both in the kingdom of my mind,

And on the roads of this foreign land.