Smoke fills a sinned upon room, and I’m just an object placed in it,
Left to reap my own actions aftermath awaiting, and as I sit, in my own place, as not to bother…
Hair a mess, thoughts of mine scattered across the room like the collage cut-out’s of my artistic spirit that really doesn’t represent or embody my character today…
Deny all I want, I am a battered thinker
An interesting example
For some, a path paver of what I forgot to remember.
That which my own integrity taunts me with each time it can,
…and it does.
I never can catch a moment to innocently
And honestly enjoy it, instead
I catch a case… a case of the ‘oh-well’
A case of unnecessary put forth energy, went wasted in you
And the minutes that you can’t ever get back.
Patiently, my shell of integrity
Now drained of it’s entire worth,
But its voice is so soft and insignificant, it just never gets heard.
So I am, as the saying goes, down & out in my hometown city, inside all a mess,
In need of nourishment as I sit here,
So cold, with frozen fingers…
And frozen I am
Frozen with no sign of comfort for days, months, maybe years to come
With no piece that I want, no puzzle to complete.
It’s all about personal exploration, and the right of self expression that some find it
Frowned upon to write about this current state of mind,
But it’s just me
No other explanation or reason to be
But my frozen fingers wrapped around a pen
On a night where I made an example of sin.
(I was going through a lot of changes during this time. I remember it well. It was a very difficult time of my life.