Meaning Without Form

Red is my favorite color in the spring

Pink in the summer as wounds heal

Head swimming in browns and blues

Gray matters when the deeds are done

Living in shadows, avoiding the light

Trampling wishes in the cold winters haze

No one can see me so far for myself

How have I become so lost without thought

Clues and scars etched in mind and flesh

Leaves misconceptions in careless remarks

How naïve even the closest of lovers be

When faced with fear  all could be lost

Heed advice this much weary traveler

Avoid sharp madness in the dark

The journey leads to doors without freedom

Mosaic meanings without forms

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