What The Hell Am I Doing

I’ve a confession I am

a contorter of the light.

I manifest colors for

my mind to take flight.

What will I illuminate

in my inclination’s wry

sense of humor morbid

perspective in my eyes?

I shutter to not give in

to the bitter aspect for

a better part of myself;

paths for to me explore.

Such trips escalate me;

my situation is the same.

Reality that I swallow I

grasp in a woeful brain.

Forgive me I make error

seem so soft as if a tulip.

I make sense of my faults;

bars for my hands to grip.

I speak of love, life and

curiosity that dwells here

so my nature of revelation

blossoms clarity to appear.

My friends I give a voice

to precepts of my mind

so in the darkened chasm

the light I might can find.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Beautifully written!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Kristian!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome. 😊

        Liked by 1 person

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