Self-Communications…

Talking to the self,

A form of communication I have perfected,

Or maybe in reality, I am talking to my lil writer’s elf,

The one that has been missing in my life of late,

Not as prolific as I had been, as has been clean my slate…

Living alone and talking to the self,

My self-imposed prison for crimes against humanity as a young man,

I did my time, paid my fine, served it I did, I never ran,

Made myself a better person, retribution made, I moved on,

But still in this life I call mine, I remain hidden, that has been my plan…

As an only child and an adult, I have been alone, only talking on the phone,

Seeing very little of the world, never seeing through colored glasses,

Although there are times in my life when I like to look through kaleidoscope lenses…

Trippin’ through life, without words, I only do so when need be,

I have been told I can speak to anyone; this much is true ,

I do so regularly, making them laugh, making them happy, or trying too,

While on the inside I cry, I everyday do, so little, die…

              © ed – 3/20/04