Misplaced

This is unfinished but will suffice for now.

I dream of cutting the ties

But the rope is intertwined,

    with knots and frays

overlapping itself,

The only thing keeping me

   from falling into the chasm.

I can see the paint chipping from the walls

   the walls I put up

and my thoughts are like ether

   stripping away the layers.

I like the way the paint looks

   all distressed and broken.

Sometimes I peel off the chips

and save them in a small pile

   on the edge of the black hole.

But being lost has lost it's charm

  

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

Old paint. Different coat for every season.

[Chenin Marie]

Interesting interpretation