Horizon has me captivated,
the scene I know looks bleak but yearns
it does like a churning wheel
that finds the pavement and burns.
Inside the empty soul I call my own
I have desire that has its turn
that has me feel so real I pump blood
through my veins to feel sane unconcerned.
Those who think it’s weird I care not,
others may have their own thoughts.
Private let me see beauty as I may be
an outcast like I’ve always felt as I rot.
Others have guided me along the way,
but I strive to survive in my thought
whether it’s true that I am obtuse
it really matters not.
I need to release from anxiety,
that berates and makes me bleed
profusely I can be a burden sometimes
but as a man I have needs.
Yet I harbor no ill will or hate,
just an ear to hear and love me
if just for a second I feel real
in a moment of the week I need relief.
RMC 