The Only Contemplation

I hate this other side of me.
The one that makes me cringe.
Talk to me about what you see.
Life must be a powerful tinge.

Sometimes I just want to fade.
My image is a banquet of colors.
I count the things I’ve made.
They only outnumber the others.

In the exact realization,
I have tons of questions.
This is a time for transformation.
I must stumble in progressions.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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