disarticulated
this always happens when i try to connect
circumstances, misgivings,
you name it, the world is against me.
no one else can hear it
so often we revel in others.
until we begin to revel in ourselves.
every so often we take pride in knowing others
until we begin to realize the joy of knowing ourselves
only then may we see things through our own eyes.
when you can sit and not think about what you look like
or if people know whats going on in your head.
i still have to shape and mold me......
i still have to become human
i need to fix and replace the center of me
because of you i disconnect
i know what it is
the energy surge of creativity
it all lies in power
and life
i live in this land that doesn't exist
you wouldn't know
because you have been denied entrance
i have to do something constructive
and here it is. i need to get some defining clarity
i need to know where this went wrong
im sitting in this confining box
this recap of reality
god i think im lost
i think i need to find the way
i am going to lead me
show me the way home
i am going to free me
i adore being alone
hmmm.... disarticulated.
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