I am cast aside
by the mythological creation
of myself
an image created
in my own likeness
that I no longer have the strength
nor desire to maintain
I created the myth:
The poet and have found
the deceit too bitter to swallow
Beauty like acid
sears the flesh
insulted by my mortality
& human blemishes
The scars on my mind
run deep as the bombs
drop on the fields;
desecrating the sacred soul
of my poetry