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Monday, June 28, 2010

Considerable: Ill Reversal

Judging, judging, judging,
Where did that come from?
When did it begin?
Drat! I missed again!

I never seem to see
This one coming,
Until it’s too late,
And I’m ripping in every direction.

All the work I did
To bring compassion
To what’s here
Seems to be undone,

As if I tore up the bed sheets
With my teeth,
And followed by shredding
The mattress cover as well!

My jaw locks tightly,
And my expression is grim,
Because nothing is right,
Not a thing is, as I like it!

All is dark and negative,
But it takes so long
For me to notice
That this attitude has set in;

That already I’ve rended the cloth
Until only fluff remains,
And am still searching
For more material to destroy;

What a foolish way
To squander my time,
But I do it anyway,
As if stuck on destruction,
Eventually senselessly snapping at everything.

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