When A Riddle Rambles Away Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Tell me how low I am
Down on the floor of frozen afterthoughts
Shrapnel of soon to be forgotten memories
Fading in gravely mistaken clouds



Traverse these thoughts
In a rogue twisted enigma
Watch as I send my smile beaming
Thinking of the source where this joy was made from



Understand at least, a tad bit
At least a tiny fragment of whom I am
Quint into paltry reasons
I am the Lord of my own phantom lands



Watch me do a trick
Disappear right before your very eyes
Standing right next to you laughing
I am invisibly gifted
In metaphors I walk alone



Standing unbalanced
Reading life's story upside down
Lore of fabled glory
The tale of fictional delirium
Abasing common sense
Through this pride of standing alone



Never take anything wrong
Misery is far away from here
Enjoy each piece of my heart as a parting gift
Cherish as much as you can as a whole



See me over the horizon
Living life inside this head
With a somewhat introverted devotion
To a self-indulging haze



Try teaching me new tricks
So I can do everything my own way
In debt to personal glory
Walking with the strength
Of giving myself life to another day



Love me for who I am
Tainted to an afflicted decay
Flawed to insurrection
Living life my own very personal way



Tell me how low I am
Why do I see you from down below?
I am the pauper of illusion
Giving into the weakness of arrogance
Only to shove it further down
Into a unmarked grave
Memories of a forgotten dismay



Feelings of a bittersweet euphoria
Getting high looking up to the sky
Seeing that limits go beyond its blue art majestic
The errors of my own out of the box thinking ways



Tell me you cannot understand
And I will do my best to explain myself away


I must confess there are more than just words
Where will you go from here?


Look around, I am always there!


This is what happens when a riddle rambles away!