What genre do I live
tragedy or comedy?
So hard to find
meaning in the pain.
What path do I walk?
An honest anomaly
in a hopeless hell
with a smile that I feign.
Oceans and seas
turbulent than most
and calm waters
deeper than the core
surround my thoughts
with a haunting ghost
and cut so deeply
waiting for more.
Grant me freedom
from stone-cold thoughts
where demons hide
and devils lurk.
And help untie
these ragged knots
which dwell inside
deep in murk.
Plant a seed
and watch it grow
black vines take over
and eat me whole.
Reap not only
what I sow
but rip the light
right out my soul.
Autumn Siders 