Veil

I’m sitting here
portishead weaving between my ears
My mind is searching
Going through the fog of my thoughts
Seeking some semblance of stability
Like fingers through smoke
My search leaves only vague trails
Soon dissipating into sheer nothing

I’m thinking
There must be more beyond the hill
Outside the hopeful view
I’m thinking
I’m really scared

What purpose do I serve?
God rescues yet leaves the phone ringing
Dare I pursue a life slave to the pen
Or is my life destined for the help of others
Questions find me
Answers elude me
While the owl keeps asking the same damn question

Poetic form not much of a better veil
Than my free verse to my kinship
Yet I find more comfort
Hiding beyond these metaphorical words
That so blatantly reveal my true intentions

So becomes the constant struggle
To stay afloat
In this tar pit I call my existence

M. L. Michael
08·25·01

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