Notebooks

My Blank pages fill themselves often
With words of misunderstanding
As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines
I hide my inner mind behind colorful blank covers
With a chosen name etched on the inside page
Claiming ownership of these emotions
Some we all share as we try to find clarity in the ever clouding air
I wish for shackles to control my thoughts even though
Chaotic peace is what I really need
In hopes that I might scream with no control over my mouth
The wisdom I have tried to find in the messages of others
And for the first time feel the truth behind the visions of my own view
From there lift the folks of the story to the plain of reason
But plot lines tend to get lost as the story starts its raging rushing reign
Killing the point of everything just imagined
Leaving nothing but confusion in the words with me forever transfixed in desire
Once again my blank pages fill themselves often
With words of misunderstanding
As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines
In these notebooks

Jalili B. Jimiyu

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