dirty jeans.

grace falls

impurity seeps in

and i am caught

an entrapment

fed by selfishness

held together

by my humaness

my inability

to unblind myself

see

and not

wear my dark glasses

cut the cords that bind

dig into my skin

harsh

yet beloved

by me

picking at the thorns

that i myself grew

wondering where are the roses

that never bloomed

forever seeing

constantly forgetting

my own dear conspiracy

is played upon my soul

written by an unwilling hand

and guided by an uncautious heart

grace has fallen

impurity seeps in

craziness in my brain

wars against

the solid reason

i choose to ignore

change sinks into the quicksand

of time

procrastination

breeds

falling

my knees are scraped

i wipe my hands

on my dirty jeans

shrug my shoulders

and wish

that this was not me.