One by one I count them
A dozen or more fall to the floor
Watch him thoroughly
He may decide to save some
Why pick them up
Because we must do the inexplicable to be considered just
A simple rule is not meant to be broken by complicated conjecture
The art of compassion would make quite an interesting lecture
I detest the unexplained with unyielding prejudice
All things have a purpose and a time
Its flavor mellows with age like a fine wine
Oh, how the agony of waiting patiently tortures me
Your sun will shine in due time... in due time...
YOU ARE READING
BURDEN OF WORDS
PoetryThe effects of long term writers block can cause the mind to come up with some crazy thoughts.
