No one knows my inner thoughts;
the things I do may be
a breeze for others but for me
I see walls tall to scale, weight heavy.
The colors in my mind I’m blind
to any hue, primary or secondary.
Mix the canvas, it is grey, everyone’s
vision sees what they will, weary.
Tired, this life is strife
and lucid visions sober I see
clear, while denial I try not to fear,
I can admit dear are things I hear.
A kind word and compliment
I can send it down my anger
at my failures as a man I can
deal with and try to make hurt part.
My heart is aflame with gasoline,
it brims with steam for more
than I have and have ignored;
I want for others’ happiness more.
Let me serve and give you rest,
I put myself under great duress,
and those visions I put to the test
by heaving things off my chest.
Onto the oblivious page awhile,
the denial I think of as I shove
the weight; it is so great as I climb
walls of reality around me I try smile.
RMC 