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
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