I Write Poetry

[center]Journey Outside In

As I stumble and fumble and falter and fade

I wonder

Of this crooked path



As I linger for longer and softly contemplate

I ache

At my own wrath



As I try and turn and shriek and cry

I learn

Of a secret code



And as I compute a cocktail of algorithmic lie

I ride

The wrong road



Like that recurring nightmare

Where I survived the crash

But am far from home



As I brush and blush and wipe clean

The memory

I have never known[/center]