Theater Of Thoughts

I arrange a theater of my thoughts and grief before the world

I exhibit my incompetency to let my head handle me

“A chamber of cobwebs and excess dust is all that I am”

My shadow, stares back at me with contempt to agree.

I am a forest, chaotic, with no carved destinations

An ocean unnecessarily spread out of its proportions

Like some lethal combination of hot desert and cold snow

I burn and freeze everybody with my distorted emotions

I can listen to the plea of my heart

It begs me to find it a new home to live in

I think I have let others betray it, wrong it, too much

My heart no longer wants my body to hold it with in!