Forced

Forced
we are,
in this concept
called life;
thrown out
by mothers
into the deep,
sinking,
to the bottom,
almost drowning,
afore we resurface,
and drift
like wood
on a summer’s day,
serene and endless,
until we’ve washed
upon a bank
and rot
away…

Do not

Do not
Cast your spell of misery
Upon me
Like thick black clouds
Hovering
Emotionally
Over my innocent soul
As I cannot cope
With any diversity
On the road
To happiness
After climbing out
The dark moisty well
Of malcontent;
You comprehend?

Self reflection

Before
You start
To accuse
Amuse
Yourself
With the bad of me
Think
What made me
Be
Like I am
Around you

The myth
Created
Puzzled
The pieces
Laid out
By you
Not in place

The parts
That I am
Left
Projected
Right
In your brain
Affected
Mixed up
Defected
Sustain