Distorted perceptions
of who I am..
My mind always
changing..
This way..
No..
That way..
Maybe no way
Is the best way..
What do you want?
I don’t know..
What is love?
I am not sure..
Who loves you?
No one
~I think~
But I don’t know
the meaning..
How am I to say?
My distorted perceptions..
I think..
I am..
Moving up..
Getting over..
Trying hard..
To find I am
Falling down..
Going fast..
Nothing lasts
Hit by the
reality
Of the delusion
I created..
With my
distorted perceptions..
Of this life..
I am debating..
Can’t believe
My own eyes.
Cannot trust
My own heart
So confused..
Torn apart.
It is death..
I have courted..
Wondering why..
Hope was aborted..
~S p o n t a n e o u s l y~
It seems...
I am coming apart
at the seams..
I am enclosed
in the dark
Yet I feel the
warmth of light..
How am I to know..
To sit..
To fight..
Am I to guess?
What’s wrong..
What’s right..
Distorted perceptions..
Makes me wonder..
Keeps me guessing..
As I figure out
The truth..
In this life filled
With misconceptions.
Of these
My
distorted
perceptions
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
TRASK
~Chrissie
Your poem is very good and deep ,makes the reader stop to ponder,well done!