have I really learned anything
after all of this time
spent in purgatory
with intentions of holding off on pleasing things
until I felt I was worthy
for it only seems to be
that I learned nothing
and missed out on everything
have I really learned anything
after all of this time
spent in purgatory
with intentions of holding off on pleasing things
until I felt I was worthy
for it only seems to be
that I learned nothing
and missed out on everything
I miss you and I have never met you
reach out and touch me
through wave lengths
between here and there
and everything in between
we connect
we share
we care
but I do not yet know you
awake when the sky is full bloom
a harsh critic
that sun beating down
spotlighting guilt
what is appropriate to write
on a blog
that you feel obliged
to write appropriately
such as
properly structured poetry and poise
I just want to say
that I am unbalanced
and that
I don’t feel like getting my hands dirty right now
with making art
so instead I make my mind dirty
writing the visceral moments from which tainted thoughts protrude rudely
Quintessential
barbed wires intertwine around my ankle
I try to pull away and such but
fruitlessness is evident
It seems as though I am caught
in this frightening trap
Time is the only friend I have left
that will tell me when it ends
Only then relief will kiss my feet
only then rest and slumber deep