I have a soft cry to help myself become my self.
A loud whisper screaming into my daydreams.
I can only see what I am lead to believed,
not the reality of what’s before me.
I am an untamed beast with a Thirst that cannot be quenched.
My cravings and desires are for the unreachable.
I find myself in darkness and in the wilds of my temperament
I choose to hate rather than love.
Who am I?
I have been at the center of the whirlpool,
just watching my life go by.
Ever so near and still so very distant.
I cry in my dreams because when I’m awake I have to smile.
I share selected emotions with my surroundings,
living in a state of urgency,
because when the door opens wide I shall have to bare
my fruits in front of the crowd.
To severe a punishment to bare.
I am a chameleon when sharing my intimacy,
because even in the mists of my Ecstasy I fear being seen.
Who am I.
I cannot change the life that has adopted me and choose
to share itself with me.
Some day I shall have to repay it for its beauty and kindness,
that it has so willingly given to me.
But in the mean time I have but to curve
my enthusiasm from it’s penetrable light.
The suns rays have sheltered me and covered me
leaving a healing heat in my limbs.
But still I crave what can’t be reached.
Who am I?
I have been reaching and tugging at life
only for my own indulgences and still, my thirst is unquenchable.
I want to dream. I want to feel. I want to be.
who am I?