Eternal Sentiment
In the quiet of the night
When I’m bumbling around my room, high
Sentiment crosses my mind and I
Pause
Quietly watching my dog and partner sleep
Emotion wells, overwhelm and thoughts crash
And even still it’s choosing the high road to appreciate present life
The High Road
Am I just riding the wave I expect of myself
Or am I feeling true truth tumultuously ripping through me
Causing resentment and conjuring anger only my father could procure
Have I felt and mourned anything at all?
Or simply paused and downgraded seemingly frivolous personal faults?
To ruminate and stew is my minds greatest challenge of all
And It will smolder and stoke until the smallest spark smites my very soul
Cynicism yet still infects this southern soul
Who in the face of safety, will claim no culture at all
The hope in people somehow still, feels lost
and with it my personal shame long gone
Self self self, to protect and hold.
Self self self, to perfect and mold.
All I see is what’s wrong in me,
and I’m afraid that is my eternity.
