Constant Movement

Left Behind, Behind I\'m Left
By myself, aloness is felt.
Constantly prisoned by my own silence,
morphing into a cliff of self-violence,
The silence,
Not of the lambs
But by Uncle Sam,
and my fam., who claim they love me,
Flesh to flesh they hug me,
attention they just shrug me off
drug me soft--ly
with loving words to throw me off
the path of my own clearness,
pureness, unique
heaven-bound you think
im crazy need a shrink
to redefine
this troubled mind that\'s
Left Behind, Behind I\'m Left