Slowly I Walk Away

My thoughts begin to consume me…

Worn around my head like a decorative piece of jewelry…

The foolery is real and all that I can feel are questions of what is and isn’t real…

What’s the deal?

Why can’t I fly by with careless dreams of what seem to be pictures of perfection…

Why am I always the one that’s dissecting deeper into emotions that are floating on past times that have no relevance…

If it appears to be Heaven sent then just embrace it…

But face it I’m an optimist…

I find fault in all that begins to come of this before you make the slightest wish to reach ears that can hear…

I fear a lasting bitterness…

My heart I try and shield from this, but it makes no sense and I am engulfed in my own moments…

So what am I to do but own it…?

Is what it is, as to how they say…?

And no matter where I run day to day I am faced with myself…

Not believing that an outside soul can help,

I weep tears of my own person for deep down inside thru the happiness she is hurting and it’s uncertain how to redeem one’s self back to life…

Jesus Christ…

Grab the wheel and pull it tight because I’m about to let go…

No one knows what the picture in my head shows and if they did know maybe they’d insert a different reel…

What’s a woman left to feel?

After surrendering her all and left to fall down a tunnel of blackness not foreseen…

What does living life really mean?

I seem to find confusion in my passage and I’m traveling with no baggage of the physical only that of my mental but it’s holding me up at customs…

The center of my life and I’m busy dustin’….

Dusting off the residue of you know who as I try to polish up fresh and be my best for the new turf I begin to enter…

And like master splinter I move slow…

Watch the way the enemy goes and be certain not to follow….

From an inside heart beating hollow find room to open up and indulge love in a swallow…

I’m done…

The run was fun but if I keep goin I can feel myself choking and the words have already been spoken so slowly I walk away…

By,

Dominique Clausell