Feeling Strange

Poetry

I’ve been feeling strange…

Can’t find a lane to stay

I brought my umbrella ….

Because the sky was gray

But really I just hoped that I could wash the pain away

But when they look at me this way…

I’m scared it’s here to stay

Ignorant to the feeling of being desired, what a lowly brute

Desperation of a sinner baring souls inside a Holy booth

Emptiness of forever feels like time only leaves holes in you

Time travel to a younger me…just to tell him, if he only knew…

Ashamed of the past I lived, I cringe at all my actions

A fraction of what I used to be and I used to be a fraction

Shattered fragments of a something that at one point was attractive

Love letters been redacted…I pray for wholesome reenactments

Life can’t be this empty, what do I cling to while the floor descends ?

The pits of hell just open up and wrought the wrath of hopelessness

I hope this ends, let’s wrap this up, I got a thing to get to

Fill your time with mammals less you watch the serpent tempt you

Why do I search for placement with people I can’t keep pace with?

Every dreamscape of utopia has a hell that runs adjacent

My idle hands make final plans, don’t leave my fate complacent

Every days a triumph… but every breathes to my amazement