(20 minute poetry)

In the racks of this ruin
I see that the shelving needs doing up, but I'm always ******* up, ain't it a laugh.

The psychopath and sociopath are like all paths, long and
winding and I'm finding the further I travel the less distance I make.

Rooms that get smaller or is it me that gets taller?
I don't really know.

As I crumble my mind falls apart as the pain of a broken heart fades like the death of a rainbow.

In each trick that the light plays, I am magnified a thousand ways or is the World getting smaller?
I don't know.

But I live so I am
for the better or worse
the complexity of
man.

She can revive me when the night falls behind me and my mind falls apart.

I am but to begin and not yet learned to start and
the best part of it is
that I'm
ready.