Victim Of Morality
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
Snow frosted leaves drifted
As if the sky was gifted
I'm not the enemy of the state
But I worry about my fate
On state fair grounds I'm spooked
To the point where I puked
All I have is this growing fear
That this will not be my year
But I'm dancing on my own grave
Needing a bit of a shave
Encased in ice I'm so very cold
But with a brazen phrase I'm still bold
And see I dropped so many hints
That none of this made any sense
I'm not an arsonist but I lit a fire in your heart
That threatened to pull everything apart
But I'm standing with your heart in a box
As mud collects on my socks
I think I slowly forgot the score
But like a masochist I'm back for more
So what do any of you know about me
The pain is what set me free
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
I'm not an enemy of the state
But I worried about my fate
I'm just a clueless fool with a Joker's smile
So I came to bask in the shadows for awhile
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Unboxing the sins of your mortality
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2024
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