Soul-y Inept

Poem

 oppression sets in as I cling to the sides of my heart

how far has it already sunk?  

how far has it made me pull inside?

I feel as though I don't know who I am when I'm stuck

inside myself all the time....

 

but I clearly do know who I am....

time for reflection, acceptions, deflections

too early to despence upon unwanting characters

I'm keeping parts of myself closed because there

is no one to share it with

 

where is my friend, with whom to share the depths 

of my mind and soul with around the dancing licks of the bonfire?

& I feel so blind to all conciousness around me

where's the willingness to push fear aside and try to understand

 

it's slick and hollow, so I grasp even harder with my nails

slashing the walls of my heart, meaningless torment

why have I revolted to this cold dark place again

when I could be wide eyed and working miracles?

 

Plain description, missing explination and motivation

confused little plan void of all discerning meaning

while I tread on the thoughts relentlessly; over & over

dying to experiment in the wind and rain

 

while playing puppet to the hypnosis in my mind

falling short, failing the grade to test my soul

taking the path less taken but blindly calling

compromising for the easy way out, the easy way to love