Dispies Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I find no comfort in elements that are seemingly forever confusing; not holding any presented delight for many saddening acts foldings: missed capturing peace to relax my worried mind.

I hate those surprises with their fear of me, threatening endangerment, sense nothing I about putting in its wild approach but somehow escape its full grasp: breathing out hard that final gasp.

I have to endure this complex that is before me, wiping off tears and fears which hold me: hoping the aims set of one day understanding this plot.

I sway down this road, encountering various obstacles, praying myself to remain out of harm and completely safe, avoiding the rocks within this path.

I see no delight in those shadows, people taunting; baring inside no happiness pertaining to their scary moments: lost in their solid wall of darkness having to cope.