Purgatory Dream

A Poem by mcnickname

My life.
If approached,
it is consitently approached from the wrong direction,
if not completly missed.

If only the world hated me.
Windows stained at the touch of my reflection.
Storms brewed from my breath.
The sparks inside the world slowed to a glacial pace when they heard my heart beat.

Left content inside my unbruised skin
drinking wine from the bottle in a room temperature room.

You cant sin in Purgatory
Left to swim in a white hummmmmmm....
The worst thing in the world would be me,
I'd actually know who blame.

A world as simply as complex as one clinched fist.
I could breath the hypocracy of the war inside myself and be at peace with it.