BIG FOOLISH DOPE

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JOURNAL #32

I am the world's biggest fool

no dope could come close to the

fool that is me

I stand redundant in even my own

stupidity

I am the owl who can hardly see

a gun in the hands of the enemy

there could never be another me

one so ridiculous

as ever ridiculous was meant to

surely be

I crush myself

in my attempts to break free

I fail to learn the simplest lesson

no matter how many times I make the same

mess of the latest catastrophe

my more stupid heart will always

trip me up

yet free of love's hold

no matter how slim the chance

I'll never be

I will always be on the outside

looking in

the big foolish dope

once again

caught up in her own lonely tree

(Aug. 6, 2007 3am or there about)






Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for myself.

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