'The biggest problem with communication is that we don’t listen to understand, we listen to respond.'

You trace my bottomless eyes to the pit of my stomach
You stare at the tip of my tongue,
With that sordid tang on it;
Reassure me now,
I am not the cause of it.

Taste, but not too late
The stuff of which
I am made.
Never think
I would clean the bottom
Piety of your sink

Would you hear me?
Muffled in a crowd?
Where my delusions
Of your confusions
Are shrouded

I smell repugnance
And make nothing of it
O the fancies of tongues
Bowed, I make nothing of it
In the crowd I hear your sound
I make nothing of it
My rejoinder blaring loud
You make nothing of it

The boil of the grey water
Murky glasses unclean -
Silent unorderly

I make a run for it.

Tirelessly I am searching

Reaching for another answer or something else that makes sense

A self-fulfilling prophecy - I shoot myself in the face

Unavoidable

Desolate and Worthless.

I am the source of my deepest grief

An obsession and fixation that can not be shaken.

I am forsaken

Lost

It is the only path that I choose

My muse - I may never let this go

With me in my dreams forever
"I will be scarred for life"

So here I wait

Waiting for what seemed like ever

In a room just as equally boring and lifeless as the floor design

It was a grey concrete slab... With a tarnished boot-scuff finish

Almost as foreboding as the fifteen or more empty chairs that had surrounded me

The coffee stand adjacent to me is a drunk!

It could barely stand on it's own two feet

"Clearly the obvious choice for human example" I thought to myself

What a surprise that we should me in a place so...  "Quaint?"

I'm simply Gushing with delight--Or maybe boredom

I haven't yet decided

In the corner there was a sailboat, that I had missed at first glance

(Perhaps the most well defined specimen of us all)

Dressed in what must have been the finest craftsmanship!
--Which was duly noted by the sneakers...

That stood awkwardly to the side of it

It seemed as though none of us there truly belonged but just as I had reached waning attention--

NEXT!

My workday had begun

I Am More Than A Boy
I Am More Than A Man
I Am More Than A Child
I Am More Than Somebody's Son
I Am More Than A Brother
I Am More Than A Friend
I Am More Than A Person
I Am More Than This Skin
I Am What I Seek But Never Find
I Am The Home I Long For
I Am The Love I Bleed For
I Am The Purity That's Perices Darkness
I Am The Wings On Angel I'm Praying To Save Me
I Am Thirsty For The Holy Water That I Am
I Feel Empty As If I'm Lost
God Are You The Road
Are you The Map
Am I The Legs Of You That Walk Among This Ground Of A Place Someone Called Earth
I Dig Deeper Into My Self To Only Be Swimming In Mud
Mother Earth Is That You
I For Get My Gift Of Breath  Exist
I Miss My Blessings I Don't Count
If I'm A Seed What's Clean Water On A Land So *****
I Once In A While Make A Mess Of Precious Soil
If I'm A Garden
Dehydration Is Coming I Can Feel It
If I'm A Gardner My Arms Are Almost To Tired To Water The Roots
Underneath My Feet I Feel The Shadow Of A Sleeping Giant
I Heart Her Faint Wheepings
It Could Be My Inisides
I Am On My Last Skin Holding The Blood In My Heart
IM Soon To Become The Skin That Turns To Ash
The Blood That Fades To Black
And Entering The Void
I've Been Dying To Avoid