Standing upside down,
I frown at me, underneath
My wrinkled brow.
How do I deal with this?

Dismissed from time,
I draw the line
Across the plain,
Collapsed in pain.

I strain to reach
The beach of peace,
Swimming in the surf,
I float across the waves.

Do you hear
How I rave
All about the things
I cling to?

So many things
Important to me.
So many stirrings
In my soul.

I crawl below, but
The echo controls me.
I scream to show
How my weaknesses catch me

In this web
Of torture infinity.
Am I here or there?
It fools me.

Am I real?
What is my reality?
Am I alone,
Or are you with me?


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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