poetry ?¿

Actualization of Potential 

Making friends in the unsolicited dark cracks of my room 

Powdered love making way up my nose the sweet drip remains down my throat 

Glass meets my fingertips, paving cherry red pathways across my wrists

Kick starting my heart like adrenaline injected to heroin addicts to bring them back

This pendulum sways ever so slightly every 24 hours 

Constant & Consistent in the cracks of this room 

Would I meet god? Die in hell? Or remain in this stalemate trapped within the walls of my room 

Without notice sunlight slipped in the split of my window 

Uncovering shadows full of secrets in the sad grim state of my now visible room 

A reflection of her , of me stands still 

I let the sunlight remain and asked the question “ where do I go from here? “ 

For once I took a step back from the window before making the jump 

I wanted to find paintings in the sunsets again