then maybe I will feel better
maybe I won’t FALL
if I could get over that HUMP (mmmmmmm)
then maybe I will..."
Climb high...
...higher
amount to much more in degree--
wallow instead of swallow
while the tallest of the shortcomings
leaves the fable hallow
inordinately extra
past bygone and closed
to raise that eye skyward
has them left superfluously in dispose
surplus of bad luck is really good fortune
depending on the angle
hope and air stolen in dispair
blocking the airway to leave them strangled
chosen and not broken
still run backward to shattered pieces
bruised egos and love repo'd
no one knew the scraped knees were still bleedin'
excessively unused so it rises to the top
acrimoniousness left to boil over
time continuously moving-- but somehow it stopped
anguish is the affliction
nostalgia in the glass leaves a bitter residue
"I've climbed over--I'm better"
but demure narcissistic loathing is still shining through
always tempted to ignore the lump
paining the throat though its origins hail from the heart
all the talking is dead without doing
and taking the first step's the hardest part...
Queen Poetess B Copyright ©2009
