I have to step outside but I don’t know how
I’m losing my mind
seems every word, notion, afterthought, tomorrow
is about me
my words
my me.
And I want to step out and explore you
the, they, when, how, we all contribute.
Yet, help me imagine
one less enigma, (oh careful now)
speak less disparagingly
said the fraud
selling me his last nickel.
I’m everywhere
in my own mind,
and yet, I only have this window,
this crowded view of my
front door,
my neighborhood
this city
our world, planet,
one.
This constant rhythm
my head case moments
feeling a sense of a dull
heartbeat reaching out
to the caverns in my mind
those storied memories
interfering
with a reality paid for
in years of angst. Disbelief
would weigh our lives,
just a living epitaph
©️ Scott F Savage 7/2020
While life travels forward,
the steps backward are waiting,
a quiet reminder
a silent reflection
all become aspects of our interior,
that piece of our lives,
though we might desire,
keeps a constant wall upon our soul.
Though I choose to try
to cry through my pain,
though each morning, night,
in a day I can imagine every aspect
of what love meant – this wonderful
energy. This beauty and grace
within the fabric
of our imagination.
I do step forward,
do try to simply by memory
allow time to heal,
and yet,
where is the piece of my life,
sustain a certain eloquence, that is the remarkable nature
of love,
that part of a long string
of thought.
cannot be broken apart.
If she could, without several, independent
of a history of doubt, just one walk inside.
©Scott F. Savage 3/3030
There are places I would to go,
nothing certain really,
only an experience outside of myself,
landing in one spot,
feet rooted,
the mind in a different horizon,
traveling forever to reach
some destination,
an acuity,
clarity,
the reason why,
suggestive appeal
that allows our lives to better
understand
who we might have been,
yet,
in a more acceptable,
– mannerism –
how we are meant
to live our lives,
in a world
driven by,
standard,
mechanical failures,
trivial circumstance,
rote imagined realities.
I stood outside today,
thought about the world
I once knew,
that oneness I believed
i would always cherish,
appreciate,
actually love,
and I discovered
the return of a tear.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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