Monday, July 9, 2012

Less of a Dork

Still carrying, moving
On, up, away!
Sweet milky tea I sip a while
Then shower tears aside and lie,
Say I'm okay.
Not so alone, and not afraid:
What left to fear have I,
After shattered dreams and hope
Rebuilt last time, betrayed.
Impersonal waste, the words untrue -
Sentiment aside! I wavered, gave
All to try, all selfless pride, 
Became the shade, set mess to rights, 
Abandoned shame and begged
for change. Too much, I should have
Stayed ridiculous and same. Not 
Evolved as someone subtly sane, less
Of a dork than I had been.

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