Never knowing what comes next,
What will thrill me or upset.
A basket case,
I’ve come undone,
Inside my head I am someone.
When all else fails,
When all seems lost,
I lose myself in inner thought.
Alone I’m free but lost somehow,
Can see the sun,
Yet still I cow.
For brought to light I seem to wither,
And somewhat bitter.
Where is the sweetness of my escape?
Why can’t it exceed this inner quake.
I come forward only to be set back.
To be forgotten and thrown off track.
It can not be that mine is to be lonely,
That I am forever my one and only.
I cry myself to inner sleep,
For it’s only there that I may weep,
What is it I truly feel?
And which one is the ghost?
With humble prayer and heavy heart I bow my head and kneel.
For the thing I want to know the most.
Is to know what’s truly real.
Patrick Palmer will never cease to amaze, delight and truly awaken my heart with his modern figurative art pieces! He is truly a new master of the human forms invocation of emotion! Lovely always!
Peace, Smiles and Superpowers!