life

Abuskedti

I try very hard in the midths of seeing.clear as glass it proves believing.the instinct of needing.determination of retrieving.i tried very hard but lost unnoticed.i fixed my eyes but became unfocused.tried to figure out the truth of what hoax us,the maleficence that slouches below us.because of us.because of trying.the healing essence of crying.because of our maladjusted mirrorsapologies are left defying.unkempt wordsimplying.leaving our troubled faces lyinginfront of our mirrors.and the whole purpose of tryinglays defeated.sprawled in an inhumane existancedenying.i try very hard to implore with meaning.writing unconsciousmy pencil deceives me.for i do not understandthough i have scrambled and planned,scraped the impurity off the palms of my hands.i can not depictwhy the oceans lay deep.why the shallow waves fall short at my feet.i'll explore the clear trails with opinion of voice.carry mixed keys as if given no choice.write what i feel instead of what i say.and watch as uncertainty washes away.for the complexity of life misunderstood is but peace.for what would we write aboutif lined paper had no crease and no questions of our voice hung loosely from a borrowed lip?