my hiking mind can't find the peak
draggin up the track
the end point is lost
restless I lay
head weighs down the abstract
I've conjured for myself
imagine that I'm here
because I am
and
its all inside
stop with the marks and furrowed brows
and end with hallow bones
I breath the dust that exists because I created it
its all inside
everything
the outside is a manifestation
of my nurtured soul

my thoughts can not
surpass
this surface I have
built
with my own
self destruction,
but it isn't too late to improve,
to create a purpose or lost
expression
that has since been found.
evaporated with my empty passion
that has risen
above the lesser

there's a sad lady in my brain
with tears running down her cheek.
her lips are full with dark red stain,
but her spirit reamins weak.
she cries for help, but don't we all?
love is what we seek.
her skin is tender,
and its damp with salt -
its salty as the sea
but all that she wants and all that she wonders
is to roam the forest free.
but she can't
because they won't
liberate her from the bars
and now she's a victim of life long scars.
so in my head she swims,
hoping for escape,
waiting to be rescued
but now its too late.
eventually she will succumb to her fate
and in my mind
she will      e  v   p      o    r       a            t        e.