The Lines I Write…


The lines I write, suspend themselves above me,

Serving as unconventional ropes,

I grab them, they suspend me above reality

Giving stability to a way of thought

That makes sense to only a few.


The lines I write

Paint a swirling black and white pattern

Which acts as my bittersweet backdrop

Confusing and hypnotic, drawing you into a world

That is rather punishing to believers of the binary.


The lines I write address many things

You can agree or disagree with what they say,

Either or is not the crux of the matter;

And that…

Is the beauty of poetry.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky