I refuse to be amused, I refuse to be confused,
As I beat myself up even though I refuse to be
Abused.
If I leave it all behind me could I bribe you to remind
Me,
Lost delicately in my ways, could I persuade to come and find
Me.
I've fallen behind with your fiction, allow me to skip to the
Facts,
I'm not as concrete as I thought, how did I slip through the
Cracks.
Floating on, I've reached an all time low to spite
The ceiling,
Can I lean against these ropes till I find a way to fight
This feeling?
The worse pain you dealt, was the best pain I felt,
The more notches, the more loops, so how do I arrange my
Belt?
Training against a racy past in anticipation that it may
Run slow,
"Sweating bullets" has become natural for the ones participating in
The gun show.
Stir the echoes of a moral rumpus around the "Ins and the Outs",
Harnessing an immoral compass guided by the
Sins and the doubts.
Am I asking "What If?", to disguise my knowledge of "What Is",
Or do I simply ask "What if?" To find a distraction from
"What is?"
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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