Poetry For Everyday People
Smack In The Middle Of The Maze
I can't seem to recall
the details of what it
is that hunts me, vague
glimpses, nightmares
that I can't hold on to
long enough to understand,
memories hiding behind
psychology in a splendid
display of mind torture,
claustrophobic, tight small
dark places I can't maneuver
my mind in, can't breath in,
I've felt like a grown man most my life and
now at forty one I tell myself get light man
you're worrying too much and you can't be
a hundred years old all your life,
all I've read and read, the amount of gratitude I
have for those writers that locked themselves
in rooms to take on life's most complicated issues,
holding their minds together long enough to explode
on paper,
as I sit here now climbing walls with dying
candles, reaching deep within a place I should run
from, hallow bones holding up
memories that ate a child and
spit out a man.
the details of what it
is that hunts me, vague
glimpses, nightmares
that I can't hold on to
long enough to understand,
memories hiding behind
psychology in a splendid
display of mind torture,
claustrophobic, tight small
dark places I can't maneuver
my mind in, can't breath in,
I've felt like a grown man most my life and
now at forty one I tell myself get light man
you're worrying too much and you can't be
a hundred years old all your life,
all I've read and read, the amount of gratitude I
have for those writers that locked themselves
in rooms to take on life's most complicated issues,
holding their minds together long enough to explode
on paper,
as I sit here now climbing walls with dying
candles, reaching deep within a place I should run
from, hallow bones holding up
memories that ate a child and
spit out a man.
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Smack In The Middle Of The Maze
Smack In The Middle Of The Maze
