A taste of my kind of trial

              I taste bitterness like a sweet dark chocolate.
I hold tight to the words raging in my head yet all that
exits me is a squeak. Oh how the distances I go to find
hope in the dreams and yet I know where I can find
them.

             So clear is to soak up the tears. Back down
and swallow the hurt. Keey carrying on as though
the world is dancing petals of daisies.

             So easy is the thought and yet I am pushing
forward. Learning and leaning but obviously not on
myself. Stone. A pillar of time molded for dust,
dirt ~ us.

              I find the silence is best to fall into. So
much easier to be than vocal. So many want to hear
the voice, so many want to see the words. Yet only
salty water knows the dispair and ugliness of pain,
of hurt.

              I don't dare frown. I don't dare express
the negativity. I don't dare ~ even to be real. So
that is the cruel reality. Odd how it can begin as
the screaming of emotions and end in deafening,
blinding silence.

              Comforting actually that I don't have to
say a word. I don't even have to look up ~ some
just see it in the actions. Yes confirm. Vibrant.
Brilliant yet solitude is played.

               A most sincere broadway show and meager
means finds a deep root. Ah ha some may clap
to glimpse into the comedy. Although really not
knowing the true irony.

               Indeed a display well cased in dust.
Yes I am. Yet I am cleared everyday by the
sneezing bitterness packed inside of the ironic
slurs of people in world.