Sometimes I Feel Like I'M Screaming

As I delve into an abyss of literary words Am I in a crazy world of confusional absurd All I appear to do is to drift from rule to rule Am I stubbornly blind or an idiotic fool Whilst all around me flourishes, allegedly so Is the holding hands of others in peripheral poetry grow Sometimes what we cannot see, is right before our eyes It's the faithful that carry the light, as others darken our skies To be drawn from this darkness is a duty to serve ourselves I'd rather be myself, than be born from a different shelf http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/writing.php