"Guilt": A Poem Book

acid

I'm outside all alone with dark clouds pouring acid on me

I dance in the acid and twirl with a fruitcake brain

To tell you the truth I use to love the acid rain until time went on and I began to feel trapped

I look down at my hands and wonder what have I done in my life

I want to cuss out the world and drown in peace with myself

Why do I cry every time I go and dance in the rain

As I look up at the midnight sky I see his face in the clouds

Your Dorian Gray face I always fresh in my mind and your voice

The tone and vibration that you project are like John Coltrane's saxophone

I love the rain and the acid you pour

There's a sink feeling that goes to my head sometimes when I listen to your voice and visualize you talking to me in person

Oh the beauty of my maker

I dance and have a party of one in the acid rain---

I will not lie and say I don't miss the creator whom makes me cry and smile---

Short responses annoy me to the point in knives

Paint in bright colors to full fifty shades of gray and smoke

I blow out in the Russian air and watch my breath spread out like the tiny atoms they are. If only I was free like broken atoms.

Chaos screams in me; please someone help me find the key to unlock Pandora's box---

I stop once in the acid rain that pours and stick out my tongue for a taste in my past

You don't know what a taste can do to you once it's back in your system

The taste is divine, but toxic for my asthmatic lungs along with my heart

I will become immune once I get the medicine that gives me freedom like the Amazon rainforest---

I think I met my doctor to help prescribe the medicine to help me cope with cold broad shoulders that wouldn't turn around for me anymore even though I've been with the owner through thick and thin for so long.

The recovery process will take time once the cold shoulders turn around, come back, and dance with me in the rain with a whole new meaning

I don't like broken promises and leave outs

Make me angry enough and I will become a ghost town right behind your back---

I sent out invitations to the rain party I hope people will finally see a new me after I grieve for the person dear to me---

I see one person has join the party with me I hope you brought your sanity to help save mine

Keep dancing in the acid rain and have a taste of sugar rush loving.

But don't rush the recovery process I want to be in a induce coma to heal my soul

Acid