Perplexed
Id rather kill with kindness than let it wither in neglect.
One a show of trust
The other lack of respect
How precious. At what cost,
is it worth to protect?
What it is, is what has me perplexed.
Not physical, but it is as real as the skin im in.
As fixed as these words as I write in pen.
Wondering for years, where has it been?
What it is, is what has me perplexed.
The knots tied up have lessened in tension
Allowing for creative ascension
For this perplexion I have a penchant
Is it was what it is, that has me perplexed?