Thoughts Poem by Christine P

I am a complete stranger to myself
how can I blame my actions
upon anything else?

I'm a mystery, a concept I have over thought
an irresponsible mess...
A chaotic onslaught of questionable actions
my seams undone...
itching..... foaming.....


My eyes fixed on the down trodden realization,
I came for fun, I live hard....
My youth wasted on the young,
learning from nothing.....

Cycle: lather, rinse, repeat....

My brain full of fuzz....moldy.
Lost, they got me beat.....
Buried underneath, a light layer
of all the things I've been cost.

Encroaching, steadily, on my heels
is the scariest of far away thoughts....

What if I never get back, the time,
I think, I thought, I lost?

I am light amplification by simulated
emissions of radiation.
Soaking in the sweetest of sugar saturation
dripping in sunshine, drink up and observe...

Life flows on around me while I have the nerve
to seek truth and beauty in the absurd.

I am the result of all the things,
I think, I thought, I've learned.