All Over Me

Not sure what to write anymore
With my tears here on this floor
Not sure of what songs to sing
Unsure in my passion
Misplaced from my dreams

Not sure what to write anymore
With these stanzas becoming a bore
Not sure in my attempts to hide
Whether I'm drowning or I'm dry

It's tough to hear yourself in the night
over your conscience
Without a fight
It's tough to hear your screams of change
When even you begin to think
You want to stay
Placated
By what you've come to know
Accept
As normalcy

Not sure what to write anymore
When I look at them
And I don't recognize
Any semblance of myself
As this gift hexes me
Upon a knowledge
My actual gift was movement
Departure
In word
Dress
Look
Geography;
I feel the itch
Here
Now
Years later
In my solitude
And one too many drunken nights
To blur faces
I no longer want to recognize
Feel the itch
Which causes me to dig
Tearing at my flesh
To reach my inner self
Where maybe salvation lies

Not sure of what to write
Of what makes sense
Whether I'm hollow
Or dense
A pundit
Or flake

Where am I going with this?

Fate or mistake?
It's come full circle
Except my family's no where around
And the only sounds
Are chosen ones
As old man I am
Seeks to bar shrill reality
In the only way he knows how;
Truly
I must leave this place...
©2010cchristopherbess