Daily Archives: October 6, 2014

Unworthy

I hide my soul,
I tried my soul
and found it lacking,
less stacking, more racking –
then they – those who know –
those whose lives grow – in depth,
they who only loved and never wept
to be something better,
a goal oriented getter,
a beautiful Irish setter,
anything’s better –
than this useless sack of me.
And I hide this tiny soul,
this tiny, tiny bit of nothingness –
so they won’t see –
so their thoughts aren’t tortured by me.
My ugliness, my beauty.
So I recede,
into the cracks,
with their mothers’ broken backs.
I hide my soul
and cease to be,
cease to breathe……
Until they leave.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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