My Own Obscurity

My Own Obscurity. Tears of grief. Crooked Mind. Hunched sloping shoulders with head hung low. Burdened with embellished memories of confusion through pain. Cry of mind... Like an electrical storm, energizing anger with flashes of light. Fluctuating between boyhood and this broken man, Searching in raw structural reflection. Confused- What is love? What is actual love? Immense turbulent feelings of guilt in mammoth proportions Never to trust again!! A little boy-nurtured and tortured with no care or morality towards him. Trauma of sexual,physical and emotional pain, Soul being taken- Ripped apart and destroyed, time and time again. Now- A Professional Towering in Reputation among all who know me. Impulse towards perfection and creativity, In an attempt to cleanse my body and mind. A testament:- All sacrificed victims are as one- The child within me represents them all. My emotional skeleton is the gravestone of all sacrificed innocence. My world of loneliness. Let me be.