Saturday, August 18, 2012

poem: Frailty & Flowers

The smoke is cleared
The faces bright
They are smeared
With make-up, right
Left
Down and upsides.
I see your hearts
and your minds
I shot the dart!
The fault is mine.
Felt
it deep in your lives.
I say I'm sorry.
Hypocrites.
But you tossed me
Far aside
like a ragdoll, like a shoe, like any toy.
And you should say
"I didn't lie."
Start a new day,
thought I'd die.
Like your ragdolls, like your shoes, like your old toys.

Woe is me; I'm tossed aside
Poor fragile flower.
But frailty thy name is You
I gave You your power.

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