Circling Insanity In a Paper Canoe

"CIRCLING INSANITY IN A PAPER CANOE" I circle insanity as I go around and around. to my left, just outside each turn, thirty-two years of myself. 32 faces, purity to broken, I unmask my mask. a faceless clown with no love to give. whirlpool of darkness, you found me yet again. around and around, the last petal of my soul falls. living in death, like a soundless piano, I have nothing to give. approach the drop, welcome death on your soul. ground into a powder, I fill up my canoe. powdered paint with no oil blinds the flower's growth from the sun. my current whirl of death, I want to exit my life. broken hearts, rebirths of soul, time to check out. I've taken the wrong exit. By: Chicano Eddie 8-10-2016