is there any real cause for defiance or doubt
and should I hold my tongue in my head over this
or release a blood curdling shout
all unfairness in the end gets forced out from behind
its elaborate mask
and each man is called up to his temperament's task
and in his own tortured truth he'll be forced to bail
out or bask
then only to be chased through the grounds of hell by
dastardly demons from his wretched past
in this line of the devil's own drafting I would not
choose to be the last standing man
you see, the flames of hells frantic gamble I would
never carelessly fan
for I truly believe in the argued idea of one soul
one plan
I won't let myself jump from the fire into just any
pan
nor from any difficult situation have I ever backed away
from or ran in what needs to be done I know my limits
so there for know that I can
can get the dreaded 'musts' out of the immediate way
and see my fellow man as just a mere man not a god
with faulted feet of clay
give to me a faithful yet broken soul over a self
defeating one any decided day
and I would be thankful and content for whatever else
should come what may...................
(written March 23, 1992 am)
I really like this poem...nice job...
again............
thank you so much. M.