Writings On My Wall
by Michael Doyle

I sit here like some poor lost soul.
I am regretful of the times I've lost control.
Now, I sit here quiet as a church mouse,
My fractured memories churn inside like a ghost house.

Thinking of how like a lion, I dared to roar,
Filled with revulsion at being used.
I screamed like an eagle needing to soar,
As my wounds spoke clear signals of being abused.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle -
Full of empty, spacious rhymes,
And perhaps in need of a muzzle.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle - 
All twisted up inside.
My inner child hides behind my pride.

I taste the colors of your rabid profusion.
Adrift at sea, I sail through your illusion.
We were so close, yet I walked alone.
I carried your sorrow, and swallowed my own.

My soul turned to gold at the sound of Dedalus falling.
The nightmare you forced on me was my childhood calling.
I played my part like a forgetful hero in a masquerade.
The papers played me as a hero. I was so very afraid.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle -
Full of empty, spacious rhymes,
And perhaps in need of a muzzle.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle - 
All twisted up inside.
My inner child hides behind my pride.

In a freeze frame of a pendant and a pendulum,
I stared out the window, hopeless and feeling numb.
I sat there alone, wounded and bleeding,
Feeling cold and alone, and filled with needing.

Like a broken arrow, I fell into your lost sea.
Your writings on my wall stay a mystery.
Written in my blood as you laughed, I cried.
I wonder to this day how I hadn't died.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle -
Full of empty, spacious rhymes,
And perhaps in need of a muzzle.

Sometimes,
I'm like a one-piece puzzle - 
All twisted up inside.
My inner child hides behind my pride.

(c) December 4, 2025   Michael Doyle
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