UNDER THE RULE OF INDIGNATION

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JOURNAL#7

Indignation rules the creative outfield of my

mirrored spirit's judgment

and I know now that everything I view from such a

distorted angle is not clearly seen as it was originally

meant

in the crossfire of such sad yet sickened thoughts

an incorrect message gets invariably sent

and I'm left looking for not only what is exactly wrong

but also just where it went

I can't seem to let go of my saddened soulful self with

any form of ease or writer's grace

instead that Titan I like to call tenacity steps in

forcing my hand of choice like an undeserved slap

in the face

the metaphoric me stands back in sophomoric denial

refusing to accept anger's crudely put point in its

own personal perspective

by refusing to take the unasked for advice it so often

likes to give

soon every  vestige of hostility will come to an abrupt

grinding halt

when each facet of the perplexed personality comes

to the end realization that when one member of the

collective unit creates havoc its not only its judgment

but the entire system's fault

but such rare recognition can hold no real fitting form

for even a simpleton knows that you have to first be

able to sail the ship before you can expect to weather

the storm................

( written May 17, 1992pm)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

the age old battle of inner emotions at work yet again.

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