My Photo Poetry/Essay

I hope everyone enjoys my view.

A dream I have when awake

Is clear, but the water isn't clear in the lake

Bright lights, flashes, & fear of the hate

Is what drives me to the point that I am near what is fate

Often I hear what is fake

A charade of the stakes. Do I risk my life for it

Attack it fierce? Do I Wait?

A Never ending road, with a speed limit of the sky

A cloud of traffic, and no difference when I fly.

The lights on the sides all shine by the day

But the highbeams are never so bright.

The tattooed overpass has scars of a pain

And I swerve off road when it rains.

The anger build-up eventually collapses.

Math with emotions, stress adds but a fraction

Caught inside myself, in a battle with restraints

Slowly killing myself, and dealing with the remains

I want to be heard, but I have lost my voice

So I try to pick sides, but do I really have a choice?

Invision the sight of myself, impossible.

The maybe of success, still blind to the plausible

The beginning of perfection,

a mirrored image of one, reflective.

My build was a creation, different

to see not for the image but for the deliverence.

A light at the end of the view,

A light very little get to view, very few.

A tunnel of life's water, an ocean of soul

As the ghost stays burning with the coal.

I think to myself

A thing so priceless, could never be had or delt,

A grasp on the concept can't be handed or beheld.

The arrival, after a loss of direction

The perpous of life, a knowledge where we never learn the lesson.

The perfect idea, a thought without flaw

Is the fulfillness of pride, a sight to drop jaw.

Is it better to believe, to find out it never exists

Or to not believe, & find out that it does?

- Sevan Ozgan