Who am I ?
Designated driver left with that old Mad hatter.
The old mercurial adage
If I don’t write, talk or express myself
My beliefs mean nothing
My mind is a personality of multiples
The story of my life.
Desonate or disconnect from past traumatic strife.
Moving on automatic
No sense , inebriated , toxic , sober my God has left the pall bearer in charge of my destination.
Music is my only salvation
No! Just my words are the above without hesitation.
Print ink on my soul
Cast a shadow
A casket made of ornate gold.
Maybe I’m not the oldest of souls
The palm reader knew when my rings didn’t make it up to my elbows
Fate ? destiny?
What does it matter when life is a choice whether you die or break the glass between the two worlds
It may shatter
I’m into cats.
Does it matter.
I’m a riddle of my own inertia.
Posted on Dec 29, 2021, in POETRY and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Creativity, poems, Relationships, Stream of consciousness, these are my words, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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