QUESTIONING MYSELF
If my life could be,Decanted so far.
Would there be enough,
To fill a bottle or a jar.
Is the age old question,
I often worry about.
I'm just an introvert,
Extrovert who screams.
Part of me wants to go out,
While the other part;
Want's to fall apart,
At the seams.
I've flirted with life,
As I have with death.
In dreams, Along the way.
Has anyone out there,
Wished they could;
Sleep their life away.
Yet I know I've touched hearts,
Along my claustrophobic
Agoraphobic way.
I never explore how I feel,
Along my dark provocative
thoughts skipping days.
My mind often wanders,
(It's to little to be let out by itself).
Near and afar,
If I could decant the best of me.
Would there be enough,
To fill a thimble, Bottle or a jar?.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-10-12 at 00:35
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