am's dark quandry

sitting the the am's dark quandry

trapped within questions self-denied

with memories and faces left soon behind

not knowing what was really on the other side

sitting in self denials stark epitome

wondering if all preceeding were understood

if cliche words were here for the common good

or if desperate syllables were to escape where I stood

sitting in mindless arrays of sound's silence

I hear the phrases such recently brought to light

wonder if given the chance would have been able to fight

or if I was merely a speck of time, without gravity in minds eyes

sitting within a shell of turmoils humanity

I understand how strongly words invoke emotion

a writer will forget all given within touch or smoothe motion

and then boggle at sharp sentences spoken with pure devotion

sitting within this frame of change

I dive into multitudes of this hearts pages

I trip and curse over the steady motion of the ages

and wonder what so quickly released me from comfort's cages

all in all, my world will brighten

solely from gusto and strong will to live

survive whatever pains me  to then enlighten

and  love seeding precious souls whom I delight in