The Plank

I'm loaded with confessions Derived from lessons Worn on my sleeves Wrinkled wrinkles Like fallen leaves I concede For a moment Blinded by uncertainty Refuting to believe That clouds obtain A silver lining The winding of this road Rolling alone I must know Everything I take notice To the little things Like when I begin Self tampering I know No game of pandering But rather The game of meandering Through the struggles Of feeling inadequate Yammering in the halls Of my cognition Stammering home Searching for home gathering I'm lathering the truth And scattering the news Like a boy on Sunday morning Arriving with the paper Fresh with the scoop The aloofness Type of behavior I shall not savor As if it were chocolate flavored I cannot taste vulnerability Without reassurance You see I am naturally raw Open-minded Casually capturing These moments Like fireflies in a jar I embark On all sparks Of inspiration Then step away On a mental vacation A minor complication Lacking communication Leads to child's play Leads to fornication Abbreviation Gut wrenching statements Our bodies encasing Our minds erasing The heartbreaking replacements We choose in moments Of agony Demonstrate Determine And demand Different people At different times I really don't mean much by that I just like alliterations and rhymes I find As I call back to a previous piece of mine That holy crap It fits here as well Again This time I have a tear It resides In my left eye Remembering Last night's dream And how she crumbled And how I woke Wishing I could buy More time I'm trying to align The present With the future Without disregarding the process of patience But I am lacking clothes A shelter I am lain naked And afraid Like a convicted sailor Walking the plank