My Twilight Zone

I switch tones like channels

inside this show of my own

that stars my thoughts for

me in my own twilight zone.

I can not digress from the

zig zagging I tend to confess

about the way I’ve lived or how

in life I’ve been put to the test.

Some decisions made have to

be scrupulously examined in

places with supposed remedy;

where horror sunk deep within.

So much time spent on wine,

that stifled my brain and mind.

Motivation and expression had

were sober and came with time.

I do yes I like to express spirit so

I think out loud places in my soul

about the things that stain and

fight in my body to take control.

There are empty places that do

absorb exerted strength and

put me in places where I sit and

hope time speeds it’s hour hand.

I also make my world to propel

what is it that spawns love deep

in beasts that do sleep to wake

to take what I fight to try to keep.

Innocence is lost far to soon in

youth for children who see hate

that permeates in wakes of words

that creep in softness and break.

So I speak in rhyme of love that

I’ve known in a happy born home

where in my lifetime I’ve always

had a zone that I could call my own.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Happy is the home
    of a loving tone.

    Liked by 1 person

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