I am a human, with entangled perceptions,
A walking contradiction,
With my perfectly flawed delusions.
A losing champion,
Of an ambulate confutation.
I am waiting for something,
Yet quite impatiently.
Staring at the demise,
With eyes full of life.
Listening to the silence,
In a room full of turbulence.
Finding an accurate edge,
On the circle of deceptive web.
I crave for my space, my seclusion,
Still demanding an undivided attention.
I am clumsy with my words,
Yet I write and write to make it clarion.
I rise to get strong and straighten,
But get stumbled into another contradiction,
Filling the void in me by forming another convolution.
What a contradictory life,
Paradoxical and disorganized.
But I learn from this turmoil of distractions,
I can never be consistent,
As I will be my walking contradiction.
via Daily prompt: Ghoulish