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.