Doubt

I have escaped absurdity

and appear perfectly intact.

I am utterly exhausted constantly

and I might be losing my mind.

Inspiration is nowhere to be found;

for I am floating on a wave.

The autumn leaves have got me bound;

what is it exactly that I crave?

No longer am I standing straight;

balancing on broken feet.

My burning desire to escape

may be the flavour of defeat.

Am I failing myself?

Am I choosing a flight?

Is the one I call ‘my love’

a demon I have to fight?

I am overanalysing this.

I am going slightly mad,

but I’m designing my path

by relying on intuition.

What if intuition is not my strength

and people just mislead me?

What if I’m hearing what I want

and designing what I see?

I could be a useless authority…

a psychopath of a leader.

I may be killing what I feel

to fight with what is not there.

The moon is back carrying

a mask that is sweeter

to thrush my core making

my dancing spirit on it linger.

Am I failing myself?

Am I choosing a flight?

Is the one I call my love

a demon I have to fight?

I can still see my starting point

or so do I fool my mind.

And if my scope was on a lost coin

whilst searching I’ld feel blind.

 

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