Memoirs of Me
Shadows sneak and confuse confidence behind me.
Mistakes made in mirrored reflection remind me.
Time does pay a toll to my sad, unhappy soul,
with borrowed currency—from someone, confines me.
In the search for immortality, I am lost,
but for certain I do know that death will find me.
I can’t stand on rocks cast by those who have not sinned.
Impiety preaching piety reminds me.
Seek and find questions to answers, some things need change.
The choice to always settle will never bind me.
Maybe Michael, hope isn’t just mere happenstance,
but part of predestined plan that entwines me.
Submitted for Jared's "The Ghazal" contest.