DIVERSIONS FOR ME

Lost in a web of thought, departing my childhood home.

Familiar, but bent by a dream, I see an unkempt bed.

It is anchored by choice to its place while I stumble over resolutions.

My pace feigns confidence along the labyrinth’s clutching paths.

A phantom tug turns my head and behind where I’ve passed,

gripping the dusty trail, are a love’s adored blooms.

Bold sunflowers whose blades cut my memories.

The silent abyss that is my center spreads subtly.

Corruption lets pity force a tear.

I struggle against it and I know,

the sorrow I am left to bear is mine.

Pity is a game for one,

Knowing this, I play on.