Reflections On Milkweed

Once again

I'm riddled with the task of peretrobating my thoughts

back to the foundation

in which my paranoia was forged

so I long the thoughts of end

solely secluded- its a lie.

to each his own, or so I've been told

along the scenes past

a journey never ending,

this tiresome moment annulled

why then- do I have mass beliefs and opinions

that do not come from wit of my mind, soul or heart

courage and strength are shields of which ive never bore in the battle of wills and might's of mortal men

coming down

so content with delirium in the fetal position

I've lost my will to fight,

drained my will to live

die before my time

sink slowly

I will rise

sinking

I will never travel brandishing a sharp tongue at a fear piercing my own heart.

A glimpse of motion

I perceived in journey