Sometimes I can't elaborate or describe why I feel so
Sometimes is inaccurate, truth is I almost never know
Viewing your whole world behind glass, the mind will start to corrode
All I know is life gets depressing staring out the window
My thoughts trapped inside, a tangled mess that I cannot decode
Concealing from my friends and all around me, living life rogue
Images abstract, rapidly changing in a kaleidoscope
Into my mind, the deeper I go, a never-ending road
Logic is home, return to sender stamped on my envelope
Thoughts can only go so far, before body and mind implode
Open the blinds, exposing you, leaving the hat and trench coat
I envision the way, survival means crossing a tightrope
Be vulnerable, speak the actual words that you have wrote
It means being human again, no longer a misanthrope
De-clutter your mind by speaking the truth, don't live in the gloom
Proclaim your own deepest thoughts, rather than repeating a quote
Sweep the grim and dreary away; clean house and pick up the broom
Words weighed down, drowning, unspoken; you must purge to come afloat
Stop this sickness; the dark and disheartened becoming acute
Letting linguistics hinder life; the silence will act as your tomb
Have civil intents, not an animal or some type of brute
As if, your home was demolished and you still live in the ruin
A lonely wolf I am, without a pack, away from the group
The choice to give up, or fight for your life, the sadness impugn
Expelling the swarm in your head, the sanity might recoup
Instinct finally sets in, leaving as death approaches soon
7/13/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
