The Poems of Learning and Knowing

I Am What I Am Not

I Am What I Am Not

There it lays

Hanging above what says:

"The Lifeline Skies"

Once upon a time

I walked with a lime

And laughed till I picked a dime

Now after that time

When all bad came

I had less and less certainty

I found myself unlikely

And caught between similarity

Like sanity and insanity

I had too much to care

Now was the time share:

Myself, to death as it rattled my hair

I had said all too much lie;

That comfort said, "Nay!"

I believe it goes this way: "Fie!"

I am curse, a fie or

What so for

And I needed a blade store

There it lays

Hanging above what says:

"The Lifeline Skies"

Now I had darkness

It would not break out like some Angel Falls

It had clinged and it hiss

For all that I am not

To what I ever will be taught

I am who I'm not: I ought

My will was not strong a power

I fell for the dark and I come thither

With my tee's not in place for the weather

I fell for the night

And It fell for my lack of might

When I came too much in a haste

Death: a one way solution

Or so I had known

So I cut myself

There it lays

Hanging above what says:

"The Mistaken Lies,"

When all was but too late

I am leaving and sour had it taste

I was right all along the hazzy haste

Now when I had

None was good; all bad

Self-discipline I lacked

And so I go on

To purgatory for my own

Stupidity and I am all alone