Deranged
by admin • October 6, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment
Storm clouds rolling in
The wind is picking up
I swallow pain closing my eyes
No storm compares to cluttered emotions
I stand straight to face the hurricane
Yet crumble at my feelings
So utterly lost in this confusion
I know how I should
I can not fight against it though
Twisted mind pollution of purity
All of your words all at once
Perfection in contradiction
Beautiful composition in indecision
Which to believe should not be a choice
Longing for your love and touch
Smears objectivity from need
Air so thick only a knife gets through
Breath of reality fighting destiny’s questions
What is what what’s up what’s down
What’s left what’s right
What’s right what’s wrong
Where does it begin and where does it end
There is no end
There is no beginning
Full circles in eternal confusion
The only reason for living to learn
Failing to realize what those lessons are
Love compartmentalized into society
Fitting individual needs of desire
Hopeless faith faceless gone
Life transcending into various dimensions
Flying in space between the universes
I actually want to fall and be
Somewhere at rest
Letting my soul escape into nothing

Magnificent! One the best writings I’ve read on here yet. Thank You ! : )
Thank you for enjoying my scribble. Heavy hearts can be creative ..from time to time.