display

Is it madness
to put my life on display
like paint on canvas
all walls eventually crumble
as do my own while I stumble
deeper into this public plane of existence
layers of resistance crackle and fade
like the wall on which my world is displayed
and who would believe 
that anyone would read
my rambling, tumbling, scribbling, stumbling rhymes...

madness or just cracked paint on canvas
who knows 
but I write on regardless.
Seen or unseen...
It's like breathing for me anymore.

Charity