Too Stubborn To Ask For Directions
It's funny..
how there can
be so much chaos
in the dark,
how pouring yourself
into the slanderous
frequency of life's
little distractions
can seem therapeutic,
but then you find yourself
there once again,
boiling in the quiet
reflection of a
bitter melody.
The howling thrum
of your own echo
can beat sense
in, and right back
out of you.
Confusion or Revelation?
We all pick our own poison
at one time or another.
Tonight, I drink the sour
mash of introspection;
soberly gulp the tear
of spirit from the ash
of yesterday,
wait for the
pang of tomorrow.
I'll write it down,
like I always do;
one more foolish note
of a lost soul,
searching for
direction.
Writing without the purposed
map of self assurance,
or the light to read
notes I left for myself,
just in case..
I end up,
rounding another corner,
that should look familiar...
like I always do.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
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