Fool

Maybe I am a fool. a fool like you, believing in heaven from inside the zoo. The bars between us holding me caged saving you from a time that will never be mine. Unhinged and unbathed I lie to you about my rotting skin but you think of nothing, so I remain untouched from within. There was a time I cared less while you could not stop, I was an immovable object you were barely the wind. Of all I could tell you nothing seems to rhyme, I hope I am attractive if my words fail to entice. The burnt smell of my skin makes you cover your mouth in disgust and in awe as I inhale the filthiest of air without the slightest of thoughts. Maybe I am a fool, A fool just like you. The flowers are blooming the answers are looming; but I will never know like the fool I am, what it means To be loved like I do.