Constipate Confusion
By Josh Rittenhouse

Where are you when you are right here?

Lost in a sea of wrong.

Making the same mistakes as they before.

Will the threads of guilt ever tighten?

They cut deepest for those that know.

You made this bed.

Are you ready to douse it in the same flames?

Fires of deceitful longing.

The blaze of blissful ignorance.

A funeral pyre for all that is wholesome and salvageable in you.

Powder your nose, insist it’s necessary.

These are walls that only YOU can destroy.

My emotion rages and surges, barely containable.

I scream for guidance within.

I whisper my pleas to you.

A helping hand can be a hurting hand.

But I guess your hands are tied.....