POEM
Feeling Low
Grating against one another in their millions,
Sand in my lip,
rustling back and forth crying,
Like a child's blanket I wear my sadness,
Unable to separate from it, I begin to shrink,
Beneath the weight of my falling,
Swaying tragically from Noble grace to the sun-beaten grass.
Pain in my marrow,
My pride is bruised,
My honor slayed craftily,
Where in this life does my ego lie?
Love in my bosom,
Claws in my bottom,
Large hard rubs against my behind,
That slaying mouth,
that has bitten a large chunk of me.
Why put me to shame?
Hide my shame in the dark,
Draw my tears in the rain,
Let the wind and waters come to my aid,
Wash away for my sake,
Paint off my scars I say,
Let the light of day and grace of the dark,
Drown my shame deep into the depths my fleeting dream.
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