Burning

Dead ends, red lights, opaque signs

  I am not myself.

Cold I've never felt, faces I've never seen

  I am not myself.

Late night boozings in between fights, helpless anxiety, head cradled in hands

  I am not myself.

Walking a straight road to no destination, malign time, dread in the midst of life

  I am not myself.

To be nothing, end all power, end expectation

  I am not myself.

The destruction of Illusion, its final sharp point after years of erosion

  I am not myself.

Best to return, flee again to streets and faces I know though they will kill me all the same

  I am not myself.

Pray to the moon, the gentle mother, if I must be, let me be in between, birth me again in crepuscular existence

  I am not myself.

Reviews

[duff]

There is a Jekyll & Hyde lingering tone throughout. A man trying to calm the monster within. Seeking change although it seems out of reach. Close to grasp but never there long enough to touch. Knowing ones self and can't find home. Awesome. Great job.

[Alan B.]

Thank you kindly for your review. Some of this poem is taken from feelings and events in my own life with which I've taken creative liberties.

[duff]

Great poetry.