{Another Poem} Colours of the tide

My life has left me hanging by the coattails of right and wrong 

The ambiguity of it all creating a plethora of ingenuine letters that spill out of my mind, 

Pondering how on earth I got here

And mourning the deprivation of ever going back

My ignorance is freedom to the words of evil

My soul, a cage of unshattered bulletproof glass

That inadvertently longs for stability 

In a world were nothing ever stays the way it is

I long for silence

And the pressure of thoughts to fly with the flavours of the tide 

A mile wide road of nothing that slowly bleeds into the life of every being

At first, it seems so inextricably beautiful 

Until you glimpse the pain that the lion’s bloody claws, panda’s unruly jaws,

Protrude the seems of everything you’ve ever known

And yet failure is inescapable

Just as if it were the bordered soul of before  

It holds the knife to your heart 

From every dimension 

But everyone else has left the morning daggers

You are here

And their fight,

Not yours.

The mind that was meant for so much more 

Had closed its doors,

Just like every other door you stepped through a year and another before

And the choices you have transformed 

Into nightmares of their own creation,

The very substance of ambition

Is merely a shadow of 

A dream

A dream that wonders who the world

Will spin from 

Woven flesh

Of seagulls or doves, 

The slightly reddish stain on wings 

Forever to remain

Like the guilt and shame of lady Macbeth 

“Here’s the smell of the blood still”

As it reigns its power over free will

And the bonding of 

Sincerity to madness