Falling into “Me”
I crash into the five corners
Of the room of my being.
A conscience that pricks,
Thorns bleeding “Me” green;
Arrogance too pretty,
Crystal white submerges;
Fear of what is to be,
A rose crushed, except for thorns;
Aspirations of a tomorrow,
A deathday to be celebrated;
Imagination constructing a whole piece,
A being that does not hold.
Collecting the shattered remnants,
“Me” too crashes and falls:
Too high and stubborn are my walls!
Interesting response, I enjoyed it very much.
Thanks Les; i was hoping wicked would read it and respond!
Nice piece. Thanks for sharing.
I did indeed read it... excellent piece, K.Q. As for comment
I could only explain or defend a moment's thought, and
see no reason for either. Thanx for reading tho!