I am no saint
So do not faint
It will not do you well.
I am neither messiah
Nor a pariah
And I am not under some spell.
Am I a prophet?
Not, that is not it
So excuse me if I yell.
Is this no fun?
Well, I am not the sun
That heat would be like hell.
I am not the best
So please hazard a guess
I am not "il" but "elle."
Who am I?
I'm not so fine
For you to call me belle.
But just perhaps
There are some scraps
Of my name before I fell.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Damned
PoesieJust some pieces that I decided to write for one reason or another. They usually are not connected in any way to one another.