Redundant Reasons

in distress and stumbling

reaching for lost pieces of time

dripping regret from pointless blunders

asking questions meant to remain

unanswered pounding ache

in the cavern where your

wounded heart used to be

losing is your entitlement slipping

through torn tattered and

worn out excuses haggard reproach

confuses illusions with righteous

indignation for all that is really

your own fault so

you don't know where to turn

lost in the way of home and dreams

turning outward when you

should be turning inward

closing yourself shut when

you should be opening up trying to be

rightside up when you need to be

upside down to own the truth

of all that you have made

redundant in the mind clutter

that is fermenting in the pandemonium

that you created in the beginning

when you embraced the soul

compromising life divided

by lies and misdirection

reaching for lost pieces of time

dripping regret from your own

pointed distress retrace your steps

back to the place of feeling

dealing with your own emotions

torn and twisted by faulty design

lay it bare to the light

brave to the unanswerable questions

that are the reasons that you have lost your way

back to your home your home that is your dreams

your home that is your soul your home that is your peace

and it is upside down and underneath the ground

beneath the hole that disguises your pain and all

the things that you tell yourself are the reasons

why it all has gone so wrong the reality of what

you don't want to know that it isn't other people

who have broken your heart but you

you alone have decimated its rhythm

its beat its need you are lost to yourself in this

pendulous redundant mind clutter

creating fermenting pandemonium in destructive

patterns of repetition slipping through torn

tattered conflicting illusions......