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ALONE

written by: TM DiSarro

@tmdisarro

 

I drifted through smoke and tears
For what seemed like years on years
But that's not exactly right
Not entirely true
The smoke was a mist
A fog of sorts
And drifts not drifting
Not that at all
No
Not drifting
As I recall
Running flying faster into the future
From the past
From myself
Reckless stone faced
And hard of heart
Into a place of pure escape
A place of being
A state of mind
Or somewhat mindless, if you will
A world set apart away from truth
Where distance is profit
And worry is not loss
Unless you worry
As a matter of course
And fear flows free
As one breathes air
Fear of failure
Fear of living
Fear of the truth
That ugly word
Rearing its head
Tearing down walls
Setting me free
I think not
Truth keeps me in bondage
That is, what I interpret to be as true
It's illusive at best
But then again
Who am I to ask where or when
Free falling on purpose
With a penchant for misery
Desperate for acceptance
Changing at will so others
May like you
Love you
Desire you
Call you
Want you
Want me
Like some cosmic chameleon
Opening your hands wide
Relaxing when you get
What you want
Then holding your hands up
Like stop signs
To keep people back
So they don't get too close
Then just as quickly
Crush your hands closed
Except for your finger
To point and blame others
For your troubles
Your misery
The misery you crave
All the while spitting out
Your favorite refrain
It's not my fault it's yours you say
It's not so much me as it is you
Stuttering defensive words like "That's absurd!"
"I would never say that!"
You must have me confused
With someone else
Some other me
Another person
Another life
Another harbinger of strife
Maladjusted and mistrusted
Likewise mistrusting
Moving farther away from reality
Until you are where you need to be
Once again in your
Comfort zone
Selling dreams to plastic mannequins
Who listen to everything
You have to say
Like it's the most wonderful news
Fixed faces always smiling
Yes, smiles...
I'm sure they're smiles
No winking eyes blinks or twitches
No stuttering words of love
Just staring their approval
People who can't talk back
Just the way you like them
Comfortable
Quiet
In good company
Alone 😉

 

©2017 TM DiSarro / MindScapesPublishing

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

From the collection: THOMAS CADENCE

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
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