open wide,
realized~
i step inside,
amidst the lies.
"is there nothing to convince?"
the thought crosses my mind,
as i overlook the things
that i cannot permit,
when the angles and length
that i would go to
seem deviant,
i'm the sole suspect.
...with follow closely eyes
that compromise provides,
the catapulted judgement
cast, from the hand of the first stone thrown,
those shadows born within, elude and
blind me to the wolves of self
and how they consume,
the life that i provide.
the sense i get is one of ironic, karmic, justice.
i have also,
the urge to swallow pride,
through the current
canvas,
lots of disarray
and pigment darkened
pitch,
loss of color
a middle area,
of grey complacence.