I write & The situation

I write

I write to fragment the thought,
stretch the story and fragment a lot.
Partially one sided written the flows,
sideways all the layers they show.

Metaphor a common sensed ideal,
not tell why the feel is the feel.
Allow the reader to define their thought,
let them decide the why and why not.

The intent and why I write then send,
each poem a beginning or an end.
The stories open to interpretations gust,
notions open ended for your minds lust.

I write to bring the out what's in,
wind them up and let the fragments spin.
Let everyone enjoy my twisted head,
write until all the stories are bled.
My fingers blistered, covered with ink,
stories, some from a dried eyes blink.

I write to write a write to write.
I write everything for your view to view.
I write for me but I write for you.
I write.

The situation

I am tied up and broken,
mislabeled and misspoken.
Been statue' ed for a crowds view,
made into a lie that's sold true.

Unheard, re-imaged, purposely hidden,
blinded, sight now forbidden.
Shackled to a moment past paved,
mouth taped, I'm freedom depraved.

This is where I am now found,
tied up making no sound.
Hidden and purposely placed,
I am now lost living unfaced.