Monday, November 19, 2018

Schooled

I watch him struggle to deal
With the fact that pain is real
And all the inadequacy I feel

Comes bubbling to the fore
Until those droplets pour
From my own eyes once more

For I can clearly see
Not learning to leave things be
Could make one a failure, like me.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Disbanded

The tattered soldiers try to muster
While battered by the brutal bluster
They’re scattered out of every cluster
Once shattered, lust can lose its luster.