PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the glass in my hand has fallen and found the weakness

it needed to break

since the door to the last chapter of my life has

closed

there are no more subtle inquiries  as to why left to

make

I know I should attempt to do nothing more than simply

move on

nor should I try to steal from yesterday the glory of

its pending dawn

so much has crossed itself within my soul's fast

emptied shell

giving me almost full even if wrongful reason for

believing I've yet completely waked through this

emotionally mine laden hell

in this carefully concealed cavity of singular self

defeat

implosion of scattered self esteem occurs when two

opposing forces chance a moment and dare to meet

surely inner balance isn't just an option offered only

to the well deserved or ever so elite'

if this is actually so then why can it not be equally

dispersed from the local corner of my yet to be

repaired street

I easily admit I can usually make myself out to be

believed there for half the way understood

now, if only I could build up from the bad to make it

as useful as its counterpart of what is considered

good

then I would be far better off than any other average

bob

it may be a difficult long and tedious ting to do

but I feel I'm up for the job...............

(written April 20,1992 pm)