Sometimes
It’s right in front of your eyes
You look directly at it
You should see it
Know it
But you’re blind
The colors in your life
Graffiti your mind
Distorting your black and white
You can’t move forward
Heaving the back door open
To your past
Lying to yourself
You cry
“why me”
When the whole time
It’s you
You squander the blessings
From your personal God
To slake the thirst
Of your personal devil
How do you find your heaven
When you fit so well
In your personal hell
My mind
Graffiti colored
By my life
Always distorts
My black and white
Steven Small
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