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;
Is the beauty of poetry.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: ryky