Me & Mr. Jones

I am confused,

at the effect you have on me

And the capacity of my

anonymity

Ashamed, at my failure

to expose and my success

in keeping blinds closed

Of holding on to anchors

that never seem to slip my grasp

And stirring

the fifth hidden horsemen of my past

 

How tempted I feel,

to abandon ship

and turn heel

and how I desire to maintain

my needy lust for freedom's appeal

are constant factors

in my dissatisfaction of all the empty factions

lurking in the space around and surrounding me

 

So, yet I am still perplexed

at the effect you have on me

but amazed at my ever turning head

unfazed by the promise of a future ahead

This poem is about: 
Me

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