Curious

 

I'm curious

but I've used up

eight of my nine lives.

Always looking for answers

to riddles,

kept obscure,

mysteries

we can't ever hope to discover.

Artifacts we will never uncover.

Thoughts - hard to leave

until the closure door

is slammed tightly shut.

 

I spend so much time

entwined within the tangled roots

of my mind. Untangling every ball

of yarn I find. Trying to make sense

of the ends, never asking who or what

sent the yarn in the first place.

I'm curious,

but my eighth life

is wheezing and falling around,

a ball of yarn tangled around his foot,

and it's starting to drag me down.

 

Always trying to solve the unsolvable,

unresolved moments stay locked

in the questionable cupboard,

along with a series of good days.

The answers I once knew. I thought,

but now I've realised, I knew not.

All I knew amounted to what?

A torn-up diary that time forgot.

 

I'm too busy sifting through

a mind desert of granular sand

trying to find, just one etched in truth,

with a sketch of you. A moment of clarity,

swirling in from the gloom.

Those words ring through.

I spend so long looking for answers,

when you were sat here with me all along.

I'm curious,

but alas I'm on my ninth life,

I really need to just enjoy this.

So, I let the mysteries exist,

merely glancing in their direction,

then reverting my gaze towards yours,

and thinking, your kisses are worth

so many answers missed.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading

Please follow the link for my books, 

 

videos and social media.

 

https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff 

 

Every click, every book purchase, 

 

every like helps me to keep doing what I love.

 

Peace, Love & Poetry 

 

Kyle