I’m just so lost. I’ve lost it all again and I’m to blame again. I ruin everything. Anything I touch crumbles beneath me and I can’t stop touching things.
I’m a blind man in a sensory garden designed to torture the soul. A butterfly in a frame, pinned to the backboard, feigned beauty and purposeless in form or function.
A lightning struck tree, marred but grasping for life in every breeze or dewdrop.
I got tics like a clock wound too tight, I got ticks like a dog out in the night,
I’m a dog, ain’t been treated right,
I’m a flighted bird, but can’t fly right,
There’s a meaning but the meaning ain’t right,
I’m a wronged man, I ain’t got no rights,
I am Fragile like a flower, desperate for light,
I’m a lit up bulb, too damn bright,
I’m a scare without the fright,
I am A super hero without the might,
I’m a consistent variable, Likewise, unburiable,
Im An alien, but unalienable to be sure,
I’m one of them cats, without any fur,
I am A fighting rooster, with no spur,
I am The disease, for which there is no cure,
I am Driven snow, but not pure,
Im A tackle box, with no lures,
I’m all seriousness, but absurd,
I am A plop in the bowl, but no turd,
I am A beautiful song, that has no words,
I’m a bloodcurdling scream gone unheard,
I am true love, and unequaled anger,
I am a best friend, and yet still a stranger,
I am safety, I am also danger,
I’m a part of a plan, never occurred,
I am Distant echoes…ever unsure,
I am The calmness, in violent outburst,
I am the best, of the worst,
I am food, when dying of thirst,
I am Last place, never saw first,
I’m a practitioner, with no church,
I am numbness, that really hurts,
I am A pair of shorts, no shirt,
I’m an earthworm, with no dirt,
I’m a supersoaker, that don’t squirt,
I am RSVP’d though nowhere to be,
I am nobody, still me…