"I"

I can't help my fingers from sweating droplets of coal.
I can't lend a hand without losing my stand.
I can't listen without closing my eyes.

I miss the me without you.
I miss the inclinations that naturally grab hold.
I miss the tangled web were time did pend.

I deny believing this end.
I deny reading with lack of my purple lens.
I deny the existance of Love's rum.

I use them carelessly.
I lost them instantly.
I struggle to heed.

The forgotten I, that can soar ambiguiously....

By: Anny Ariz