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.

.
..
….
…….
……….
……………
…………………….
© 2014 John Allen Richter
…………………….

Advertisements

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: