Dark Poem ~ Thy Jaded Eyes

I, tangled mess,

Where is my ending?

Where did I begin?

Life old-fashioned components,
self-serving patterns.

I did not like,
what I had become.

But my strings came undone,
more each day.

The stench of humanity,
deformed me.

I, delightfully ragged!

As I go,
I see,
my jaded eyes,
needed washing dirty…

Filth, a cleaning solution.

Get them,
out of my body,
out of my eyes,
out of my soul!