Micropoem #4

i am the complex absence of the now
broadly compiled Bearden like
onto the blank canvas of life;
a creation of chaos formed
in the order of trials self
afflicted, bleeding words
from fingertips for help
with muffled cries of which
too few pay attention;
an apparition of sorts,
a confused presence &
tormented soul hidden 
beneath the amalgamated 
duality of future aspirations 
and past failures.