O' I take Emotion

Poem 13

Twisted knaves lie around me

broken glass betwixt them

 

with the wings of hope I could fly

yet here I stand and die

inside

 

for my wings burn with anger

this blistering inferno

harkens only from my hate

 

an as it harkens on the harp I play

and makes me start to ramble and run

 

I run into the knaves

and upon the glass

and from them I fall

 

I roll before I get back up

adding my insults to my injuries

 

for reasons I know not

 

yet I do

 

I do this in a self-hatred

aroused from my failed attempts to do so

 

yet I know odds are she’s healed

 

I know the actions are pointless

and only harmful

yet

 

so broken and absorbed in my failings

I stand on my hate and not my hope

 

so with the facts I have

with the time I have

I must hope

and fly on its wings