Question Mark

Perhaps the light shines different in my world
The ins and outs
The glass
Is it half full?
Or half empty?
Either way the glass is inconsistent
My so-called controlled chaos
Leaves me flailing
Without answers
I remain this walking question mark
The only permanence
Is this ink
On my skin
On this page
My colors slowly dim
It bleeds out
My mess
My madness
I display
For the world to wonder
Which way will she teeter next?
Left?
Right?
And what I’m left with
Will it be right?
My crazed perspective
Makes me strong
Yet the stronger I become
The harder I get
My anger and bitterness intensifies
If the shell is solid
Nothing comes out clear
And I allow nothing in
Words will simply bounce
From hand to mouth
I will choke
Sputter
Betraying the desire inside
For my insides are melting
Melted
I’m oblivious to nothing
Affected by all
Throwing my passion to uncertainty
Speaking
Thinking
Walking
And talking
In circles
I’m dizzy
And discouraged
My soul is penetrated
The knowledge of you
Screams truth
I crave
To feed on the reality of you
But what’s real?
My questions accumulate
Weighing heavy on my hardening heart
Rescue me from the weight of our world
Permit me access
Define my uncertainty