Crazy Talking Outloud Ashamed Not Proud
As incredulously the second
hand ticks cuckoo tock
And malevolent the noon is high
I amongst the many few
Gaze upon the circumspect
Of the floating traveling
ghosts slowly moon-walking by
Trying best not to reflect
the stained glass mirror
watching back
Drawing their attention to what
has gone before
Safely entrenched i whisper
lie behind 3 locked bolted door
Inbetween elongated gulps of
breaths to ward away my state
of panic from attacks
I fuse my thumbs to tack
my ears and draw the nearest
pillow to hide my masked face
If grace and peace are but
a death away i steely pray
cometh it to take me quickly
As i fear the many stones i
have thrown throughout
my life
Are about to come crashing
down and through this very prison
of windows i have chosen to
seek refuge in
My skin is crawling so thick
with goose bump flesh my
body hair is cascading through
the basement floor
And all for what i do not
know nor can explain who
what and why i am today
I am of my own self creation
self made of every bad
misguided decision and
path taken
And given that i have reached
and crossover to this point
If i was to make my appologies
and say im sorry for merely
to placate my selfish state
of grace
A lesser man than even
i could ever hate to be
shadow
I'd expect to be standing cursing
me to hell and back
Resplendent righteous in the
very slippers i failed so
miserably to fill
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