After The Solstice Poem by Robert Burgan

The little boy in my eyes cries for solace
Born with a half empty glass after the solstice
I'm not worth the salt that I iodized
Quiet times hybridize ideas split from different diatribes
You look perfect in your skin I look divergent, instant switch
Mixed with rifts within the grim visions of my past
I swim through the water; pauper's grave displays my shards
Bones are cracking rapidly happiness escapes the cards
Put all my stock into your bond and watched the trade fail
Bottled up emotions like a Molotov cocktail
Burst with the bubble circular struggle
I'll never overcome my fear of rebuttal
Muddle through the treachery thought of you like destiny
Synthesize your energy inject it like a memory
Emphasize the ending scene direct to nothingness it seems
Nobody wants what I have to offer
All of me
Talk to me with caution my mouth is like an open coffin
Observe the carcass made to look alive
Every so often
Lonely boy in my eyes cries for solace
Born with a half empty glass after the solstice