...I am
bits of my pieces
struggling thoughts
of a dull moonlit midnight
A disoriented word
to describe
everything that means
something
else...
If only
there's a way to understand
most of the things that
make up the whole
perhaps the light wouldn't be
blinding
in the dark
or maybe
I wouldn't think about
black rainbows or hope
bereft of belief
I can always be
Some of them
but never
the most of
Us...