Correction

Only tine might tell what still remains unseen
As my defenses become fences
Stumbling in out of memories past and future
Finding ways to confront the
Diseaded fractions of the life you infected
Recovery suffocates me
Bending my previously gifted sensory perception

You and me
What did that mean?
I tried hard to master your language but
Could inly manage colloquial isms and schims
It's in my mind i find you laughing at me
Taking pleasure in extolling the virtues of your bountiful life
I find it hard to even contemplate you being happy
Not because of the dread feeling of comparing my life to yours
But because instinctively I love and hate you from every direction

In the end there will be no end just open-ended suggestion
Right now I'm only here
To administer the correction