In Search Of Me Poem by Alfred Ramos

I looked at myself with a naked eye
Eagerness not yet a blatant lie
Subjugated in a world torn at the edges
More dispensed distress than one alleges
Nearby lays a crumpled rage
Written into a lifeless page
Through a pane less window
The pen casts a hysterical shadow
My life revolves in perpetual motion
Of a downward spiral in a swirling ocean
Thought process has become waterlogged
That I betray my conscience so clogged
Unable to fulfill
A river of blood in my veins runs still
In the mirror a scarred reflection
Lies the remains of a wasted resurrection
Even a blind man can see
That prayer just doesn’t work for me
Within the deeds of mortal man
I search for me in shifting sand