To my requests I am void,
I hold my self in contempt
Forged in my resolve and resolved to forge ahead
I am in constant uprising;
never knowing where I stand for my windward way is staggered
Fighting the air, swing fists of fury and rage at the unforgiving gas
Deep red blood beading up on my knuckles
all this struggling against myself

Fortress of distress is my home
I wear this make up all clowned down and stupid
Dancing the jig that only the town fool does know
I protect the world from this crazed man

I know my insanity and it knows me.
As a man knowing his ear lobes are still perched on his head in the morning.
Feel the drifting waves of emotion tug and toss
Throw and drop, conceal and surprise
Pounce

Tiresome confusion
Never understanding myself
Knowing all the time my insanity grows
Forgive myself not
Drift aimlessly numb

©
Unfinished?
By unheardof
Justin H. Sanderson