I lost myself in life
I find myself in poetry
I found myself in life
In illness nothingness brings calm
In health restlessness brings chaos
A loss of concentrated thought
A linear progressive declineAlways a regret of bodily abuse
Always an ability to continue to misuse
Possessions, provisions, personal love
Tripartite imbalance of action and deed
The myself
That I find in poetry
O that the same self
I could find in life
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here