The Unperson
I have loved…
And have been loved
I have regrets…
And have been the object of regret
I’ve done some good…
And have been the recipient of some good deeds
I have suffered for myself and others…
And know that others too have suffered for me
Impatient? Yes I have been that…
And I’ve seen impatience directed at me
I have been dishonest…Tho’ only to a small degree
And not nearly as much as others have been to me
Always without…looking in…
Never a taker nor much a giver
Always barely getting by, thru’ thick and thin
Like a tiny floating twig
On a wide muddy river
A leaf taken hostage by the wind
Wandering aimlessly….here and there
A capricious breeze in the trees
A visage deep etched
On Dark smoked glass
A face sketched in charcoal
By a withered, harried hand
A wall of wire wrapped…
Tight round the heart
I dance with the Devil
And come away uncharred
Always an outrider and knowing full well
That free will is but an illusion
Yet in truth I’m still unfettered and
…Inspired…
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