Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

Inbetween

Sometimes I'm so confused in these strange days

I have so many words not knowing how to say

Everything that I thought was simple before

Has evolved into something complex to the core

It takes long and longer to decide what is right

Can you understand things when your left feels so right?

My body's in one place, my mind in another

Thinking on it all is too much ground to cover

Painting mental pictures, yet all are abstract

All the colors running, melding into black

The whole world is saying it's best not to care

But figuring this out is the burden I bare

Internalizing all of these lies

Two face and snake-tongued, no surprise

Hyperventilating in a bag that doesn't exists

A missing puzzle piece with nothing that fits

Passive-aggressive tones, nice words on the phone

Smiles so hard they hurt, subtle but so overt

Perfectly woven fabric that still comes undone

The most beautiful sounding bell that can't be rung

Novocain of my mind, numbing

Thunder of my heart, rumbling

Living and dying in this purgatory

One more chapter in a never-ending story

Trying to find a way from the inbetween

These words not heard, but at least now seen.