Imponderabilia

Above, in the middle, or below

I hear color like you feel rain when you just see gloom

I hear the droplets clinging to the metal pipes

I see the wind blowing through your tears of fanciful proof

Just like you see my smile glimmer like the tears you just wiped

I print my touch onto the table, write words that are not attainable

I sleep when I see the Sun, just so you can sleep inside your home

I dance with my feet tied, while I allow the unexplainable

Above, in the middle, or below I will not find my path forth

I smell the anticipation of this chaos, where the cause is misplaced

I see the frustration for the aberrations, thanks to these accusations

I sense I lost my defense, you condensed my offense

I know your pretense dispersed my immense growth, which I

…Know…

…Knew…

…Thought…

…Forgot…

AENP