Door Ajar

At the end was the beginning
And at the beginning was the end
Tormented feelings surrealistic beings
Battle for freedom of realities that bend.
Reading the poems I quote and letters I wrote that
I couldn't seem to send, I found myself telling
Myself ideas to defend things I thought I can't comprehend.

I think I found my way
Through this chaotic forest of mazes that has many phases
Today, finally, these fences gave away,
"Death of conscious mentality."

I seemed to be engulfed in this system that wouldn't listen.
A dome shaped division protected my poor insight provisions;
Crumpled hats, stale water and eaten ginger bread, disappearing lines
Caused by ravens left vermillion shadows of a million
Drowning times, blinding rhymes and my blessed fights.

I think I am lost and found and may be lost again.