Fallen
i walk down the street
and stop at the bus stop
i post one of my poems for all to see
;what do you think of me;
;am i freak or am i oh so cool;
;dressed in black am i tiger or a pussycat;
am i scary or am i normal?
read my words and you will see
the deeper soul burns within me
my heart starts to bleed
i sit at home
paint my self portrait
i skip down to the art gallery
as the rain smacks against the concrete
i post my portrait at the entrance door
do you want more
you can see more reality in this piece
than anything that lies beyond this door
i sit on the floor
waiting for your reaction
your eyes are pickin me apart
painfully
slowly
the passers fail by emotion
too wrapped up in thier days
in God and man we shall trust
for our tides are too wrapped in darkness
Copyright © Jeffrey Shover | Year Posted 2011
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