Your copious heart could overwhelm the world
in waves of solicitude and shear will
You are a force
when unleashed
that does not relent
and what I cannot figure out
is how someone heaven sent
is so damn hell bent
to suffocate us all
in good intention
Do you ever tire
of bearing the standard
or holding your breath
under dark water
to rescue the least
forlorn soul?
I am a mess
No little good
I attempt
means anything
when compared
with you
I fade into
the woodwork
of benign
and simple charity
It doesn't really look
good on me anyway
It looks good on you
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Poetic Style
Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
