James Darwin Smith II
Wall Eyed - Poem by James Darwin Smith II
Earth may be round
But my world is an octagon
With free molecular motions of trident waves
Being controlled by these own thoughts
Parallel universally speaking
Immure by humanity
Stuck within these self imposed boundaries
Breathing toxic oxygen
Yearning for the galactic airs to release me
To this own wellbeing, Alien to the ire of flesh
A fictional smile
A make believe laugh
All is well
Always hated wearing society's mask
So many ideas
So little time
Sorry for not being a participant
Always had a problem with lines
Who am I anyhow?
Featured on invisible notions
Crashing with reckless silence
Where not even a weep is ever heard of
I have no one to blame
Just me, myself and I
Hell bent on a nomadic roam
Is Earth really my home?
Using these tears only in battle
None under sorrow's tyranny
But I guess all is alright
Because those who proclaim happiness says so
So where are the truths?
The ones meant to do no harm?
It all becomes cluttered in confusion
But isn't that the joy of the greater unknown?
Searching high and low through the depths of uncharted knowledge
So the high can keep going on and on and on
Sorry to seem hidden
Not the greatest participant I guess
One on one towards others
Is where I am at my best
It's so easy to write
All these pains away
Or will they stay?
Just adapting within my own confines
Judge me if you will
Be something else than who you really are, I don't care
Someday I will tear these walls down for good
For now they make me feel safe and secure
For now….I am alright
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