The Explanation

Drowning in a pool of solitude

I search inside myself for an explanation.

Stuck on page thirty-three of the book of my life,

The explanation could not be more distant.

Remembering what made me

And what crafted the essence of my being

Caught my eye in its shining presence.

There is the answer I have been searching for.

Inside my mind, distracted,

Only the person who ruined it shall

Navigate its crooked unkempt corridors.