I fight love.

For love.

And with love.

The battleground of my soul.

It’s among the oddest portion of our bones.

Of two lost souls.

Of polarizing magnitude disregarding thought and consideration. 

It has split me so many numbers.

I can barely see myself

and I drift.

I see a reflection of one who once was

I see one who wants to be.

Always in the middle.

Always treading on moonlit dots aware of the vast portion my mind calls home.

Always.

All ways.

My disconnected breath is trapped.

It echoes when it fades because it always fades when it echoes.

Still I stand.

I wait.


Two Lost Souls

24" x 36" Acrylic on Canvas

2012 by Mancel Lindsey