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