I Am Not

•October 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I am in a dark place

A place I thought I had buried years ago

The place inside my head I retreat to

When the world is full of lies

I am a clock without hands

I am a compass with no direction

I am safe here in the void

Between the lines I write

The blurry image of a photo

That would have been beautiful

If it were in focus

I am my own godless world

Full of sadness and torment

I am selfish and destructive

I am a collaboration of everything I hate about myself

I am weak and vulnerable

I am a sentence with no subject

A poet with no audience