My Project Me

 

I take a moment to breathe

No chance of completion is near

Healing slowly within my sheathe

Dying lowly by the mirror

 

Lost among fate’s wily quarry

Some lack the same due flaws

Encased by a forgotten story

Exposed to all a leper’s maw

 

Youthful habits die hard

Life will never compare

Sociability ceaselessly marred

Emotion’s descent; conscience impaired

 

Control of a control

A last grip of my heart

Give in to my soul

Refuse to depart

 

No sense in existing with guilt of this kind

Brokenhearted persisting

Burrowed deep in my mind

 

No possible escape

No momentous plateau

Infected fetid hate is the aura of my soul

 

One final chance

A path uncharted

One last stance, ‘fore I’m departed

 

Lackluster days repeat

Afflicted, sallow, grave

Emerging tactless conceit

Lest I appear like they

 

Hoards of processed vermin

Blinded behind the veil

Oppressed by a sermon

Trapped in mental jail

 

Reaped by forces that be

Demoralized to protect status

Teased by false insanity

Scared to shift focus

 

Progression comes with a price

The quarantine needed, the isolation incurred

Emotional scars do not suffice

The worst foot steps forward, the conversation deterred

 

Empirical persuasion plummets

Reiterations of an unduly past

Drifting through the present

The laugh is lost at last

 

I was my last chance

The patient known as me

The world without a glance

I die along with she

 

At the barest of grim

The conclusion’s been made

If I’ve lost the pride of him, then I’ve dug myself a grave

 

Nothing more to reminisce, as I prepare for the final result

Test one last hypothesis, on the theory of becoming adult

 

Born and raised in a world I thought I knew everything about

Learning there was another world all along, that, in all respect, I could have done without.

 

New years, new leaders, new days

Games of life; the attempt to cheat

Miracles on every play

Realizing I was to defeat

 

Seeing new relative life

Anew the world’s chances

More indescribable plights

That only time enhances

 

Inside-out, I am me

Outside-in, I am us all

Here I am for all to see

Taking in all of our fall

 

2008-9/10/2009 Jake Belmont