Inner Mirror

My aberrations held my breath until i couldn’t breathe clearly anymore

Distracted by forms and plunders of pain thick as mucus imbedded deep within my chest

congesting my heart with forms of whole inner grasp that tighten my core to something called fear.

fear, fear is the root of my indecisiveness to make decisions that i hold unknowingly.

influence, influence is the drive that rides so smoothly up into my mind and speaks for me 

hurt, hurt is what dug the knife so deep into my experiences that what once was done by my hand will be exerted no more.

past, past is why I’m here past is why I’m not there past is the way out of here because what i do now will effect what happens next and if i look at what I’ve done so far i think not to act on that again

I, I am standing in the way of my own, If I don’t forgive the me that is mine I will not rise i will not climb I have no meaning unless I inflict it upon my own self

I need not run I need stay be me and I overcome.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You have a kernel of a good idea but you obscure it with too much jibber jabber...

talk less, say more... word economy as a technique is akin to shining boots. The more you intelligently rub it down the more it objectively shines.

Also, I've been doing drugs all day so I may not exactly know what it is I'm f*****g talking about.