POEM: Broken

too light for a burden

too bright for the vision

so much light on the path

of my inconceivable past

it's all revealed

in my inconsistent parallels

with the deceivably and diagonally designed

pieces of my mind

an interloping intertwine

of randomly revealed revelry

to be truthful

I possess no camaraderie

because I'm drearily built for

anti-socially sociable solitude

my attitude is not the most

commendable force

as it is usually the unfortunate source

of my wreckless bearings

confused utterings and irrefutable mutterings

although I'm hurting

because my stomach

is bursting

from trying to digest my feet

because we don't

like to admit

that we worship seats

yes, be seated for the

next session

of broken impressions

incessant ravings

unsettled cravings

and yet I stand

light as a feather

brightness dimmed

my past in front of me

© Linette Rabsatt