SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Sometimes I Wonder Why I Write

Appease You?
(Perhaps, My Epitaph)

They try to find a metaphor to indirectly say what they mean
Lost, I want to speak like them, in innuendo
Nudge
Get what I mean? No.
Sigh. Try again. I paint pictures in words, without directly saying
What I mean. Been done before. Okay.
I pour my heart in staggering words, upheaved a torment
From a storm of thought that took years to arrive --
An entrail of unhealthy logic exhumed from my soul.
We don't get you.
Who am I writing for?
I simply stare out a window where I write, don't think
And everything I've ever worked for spills out on a canvas
My repressed thought bubbles, spews
Volcanic
And I harden. If this is what it takes to get through to you
I'd rather walk my loving pups across the sands
Of some temperate beach than even approach a thought
To appease you.


Where's My Audience? Shout Here! if you're tired of isolation in a desolate world of thought.