Poems from ForLackofaBetterName
it crumbles you up
smashes you down
you are hit until what is left are pieces
and smashed to make a new whole
Is it okay if I am what I am...
A single bamboo
stands
tall
it grew
hurriedly
it wanted to
reach
the sky
yet it will
be cut
short
in due
time
I often
Wonder
If I'm an author's
Tool
Do I
mean something?
What might
I represent?
What role
Do I
Play
If I play
one
at all?
Or should...
don't stare at me
dont
stop
you need someone
to blame
so you choose
me
guilty
not even by association
but by
need
one
look at me
a word comes to mind:
quiet
silent
not good at
speaking
(the speech impediment doesn't help)
But
I am
Loud,
Screaming...