By Tony DeLorger © 2013
With whom I share my breath,
my shallow bleating and tortured rhymes,
shall they know me from inside out,
each step, each blood-letting attempts at truth.
No obligation shall anyone know,
none that contest my singularity and independence,
and the freedom that only I can be, within my soul,
to share with those aligned to my fashioned thoughts.
Me, alone, for all I've done and will do,
can take the path of my fated future,
forged in blood and sweat, searching for endings and resolution,
in an endless and unpredictable eternity.
Those by my side choose to see through my eyes,
to understand the woven fabric of my expression,
and to perhaps grasp a little, the weight of my self-propagating affliction,
the soaring irresolute fancy of a complex mind.
To whom I bare malice as a flawed and temporary being,
I apologise and know fully, I bring pain upon myself,
ever-driving the guilt of imperfection,
and the ineptitude of logical, cumbersome thought.
Me, alone brings all to bare,
the pain, the anguish, the beauty and love,
and I alone shall perish with it all perched upon my lips,
never quite spoken enough, or written about, til ends bleach the shores of life.