Forgive me for my manic gaze
an obsession others may dismiss
when my words spill to page
sacrilege to the common man

when they look to their dismay
to my focus, what I write
of injustice to the few
or feeling pride in who am

one phrase may have a dozen sides
theirs and mine, why must we fight?
I’ll seen mine from past’s insight
others from dogma’s guiding light

while others will wonder why
I resist bless overtures
because to pilgrims I am lost
a sinner to their sanity

the manic gaze lingers still
in this last stanza I’m still lost
I’ll bid my time to share the world
with those who wish to save my soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170608.