I’ve based this all on a shaky belief
whereamigoing whereamigoing whereamigoing
i believe i was put here for a purpose
i believe i have exploited that purpose
in an innapropriate manner.
i am nervous on all fronts
i am standing, teetering
you who asked me to remain calm
my ocean of lovers and friends
i have lost you all.
i thought i was a believer of
doing the right thing
but i was just on the edge
and on the edge.
now im over,
now im a different person.
i see that face of yours and its all i am;
that face with those features,
it’s all i can cling to.
but even that is elusive.
and everything means very little.
i shed my skin
like a snake.
in seperate, non-correlative parts
a bit myself but
mostly a shadow of my frame.
i want to cry but tears dont come out.
it isnt a pleasant sign
and i can’t enter a new domain.
Copyright 2015 Golden Star Poetry