Poetry

Wrote a poem in class the other day...and I found it when searching for the name of a classmate's blog...Here it is,

Living

My life

From the fog,

From the high

Clouded

Reality

That is shrouded

In truths

That most

Refuse to believe

Open up

My eyes

My soul

To these demonic

Sparks.

Dark, dark eyes

Peering

Into my core

And picking out

All the fucking evil

Reveal the truth

Bound up

In a film

Of lies...

Dig to the core,

Get down in the dirt,

And know

What is dirty

Can always be cleaned,

And what is twisted

Can also be straightened

And what was old

Can become new again...

At least, in this contradictory life of mine.