Dishonesty. A True Poem.

A bit of a rambler, but it wouldn't shut the Hell up until I scribbled it out.

Took a slow walk quick with thoughts of you.

It's odd how exhausting restlessness can be.

Wrapped up in something different, yet nothing new.

Loving time alone, yet hating being free.

Pressed up against this immaterial wall of me.

Dusty indecision becomes the labor of my heart.

So suddenly undone by an antique memory.

When did need needlessly tear me all apart?

Such a solid thing this finding emptiness.

A darkling flame fiercely devoid of light.

Who'd have known I'd be too clever to guess?

I'd only wage war when too worn out to fight.

Wild and untamed my domesticated soul.

Unkempt as intended, ever gentlemanly.

Wounded weakness others find quite droll.

No wonder I lie with such practiced honesty.

And now here I walk, song running in step.

Alone with too many uninvited guests.

Chaotic desires, as usual, well fed, well kept.

Always did prefer my Mistakes the very best.