Scaffolding

A little bit broken Mostly bruised Partly shattered Mainly used No more silhouettes dancing The shadows are lose The truth keeps expanding Soon you’ll cut me loose Soot stained stories Darkened pilgrim muse Aged window draperies Sunlight scars me like tattoos I’m coding Don’t resuscitate Verging on self imploding Confine me to a crate Try to hold me down But I’m going run wild You got that sweat stained frown Muddled like we reconciled Lack there of I’m trained at solace The indulgence in drought Might as well be lawless Requisition like a grifter Longing for euphoric Yet I content to self-gratify As much a deed as a string tie My mind whistles Through the grated cage I built myself I mazed myself from escaping Now just another hollow doll on the shelf