There are things in my head
which don't make sense
I feel blessed and cursed
in the same sentence
I'm a menace
constantly forgetting where I placed my penance
like nobodies business
I wail like a ghost
because life escapes my grasp.
Like wet fingers holding onto a bar of soap.
I'm slipping and stumbling
swearing up and down it isn't me.
Like when you ask a drunk if they are
being what the world sees.
Inconsolable.
Uncontrollable.
Kutisha plagues my dreams.