Poems from smallfish
Come
Back to the
Same demon
You're bored
Yet again
Of searching
For
The right angel
Bored of
Playing with the
Wrong angels
And right demons...
I've made mistakes
I've made mistakes that I can't erase
I've made mistakes that I wouldn't dare
I've made mistakes that have
Changed me...
You who pile on
Layer
After
Layer
Of
Concrete
Trying to
Chisel out a more
"Perfect"
Form
From the
Bernini that you have
Why?
Someone once told me
The grass
Was much greener
And yet
It's not
And yet
I keep getting
Shoved and
Moved and
Nearly run down
All by people...
Another sorrowful poetic sigh
As did I
Believe that we
Could walk betwixt
The broken shards
Of my insecurities
That we could
Prance about...