Senseless And Astute, Infiltrate Me All From Within Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Are you there?

I hear your voice
Fragmented,
Blowing in the wind
Or, was it all in my own head?


Dreams are made to be believed
Yet, I have only seized
Many in short spurts
Thinking too much
Pondering everything


Doubt, the killer
The mass murderer
To a heart's drive
Crashing on
Jagged little regrets
Setting course towards
The emptiness of seclusion


Fade these looming shadows
Those made from harsh residual words
Cutting and cutting this heart
Into a continual dance with anxiety
Putting depression in the mix


Are you there?


I want to believe you are out there
Perhaps a Ghost of future's presence
Never judging me
For whom I will never be
Does this make any sense?


Senseless and astute
Two different aspects
In one


At first glance
Will you ever see within me?
Or will the outside always cloud your judgement?

Senseless and astute,
Well that is life…

Infiltrate me all from within