Me Be Me

The orb in the keyhole
Is keeping tabs again~
Watching my movements,
Waiting for my madness
To surface in order
To make little ticks on
A neatly lain out

I will not oblige today,
Oh no; I will move
Across the room, strolling
Out of sight~ The orb
Only able to fixate
On emptiness or internal
Lock mechanisms.

I move away with deliberate
Gait~you will have to wait
To make your little ticks
On your sheet~you will
Have to wait.

In the corner of isolation,
Where the orb cannot track,
I am myself~I am me~
The orb cannot track to
The corner to see me be me.

No little ticks for the
Greater heads to ponder~
No pencil-lead judgments
Of a greater order of thought
Than my own. No display.

No, I will not let you see
Me be me~ I will not let
You see~little ticks~will not.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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3 Responses to Me Be Me

  1. gnarlyoak says:

    I really like your style. Such good flow! Keep writing!

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