Creating What I'Ll Never Have

I try to run from the real me,
but I am glued inside myself.

Who I espy in the mirror,
usually revolts me.

My evolution is atrophied:

Fear directs my life -

Controls me...
Aborts me.

When I draw my final breath,
the collective pool of tears amassed,

will have created the oasis

I always craved.

by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Comments (2)

I don't find a single word of this piece offensive in the least possible manner. As you know me, Jeff, you know I can easily be offended. The only thing I'm offended by here, is the fact that you've described in the most poetic way imaginable the things I've often felt when I couldn't come close to echoing the depth of this work. I say brava! and be damned the left.
Another powerful and personal poem.