PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the trembling tumbler in my right hand

has fallen and found the necessary

weakness it needed so to break

and since the book marking that chapter

of my miserable life has finally closed

there are no more subtle inquiries as

to why for me left to make

I know I should attempt to do nothing more

than simply just move over and or on

nor should I try to steal from yesterday

the glory of its pending dawn

so much has somehow crossed itself

within my soul's fast emptied shell

giving me almost full even if wrongful

reason for believing I've yet completely

walked through this entire emotionally

unstable mine laden hell

in this carefully concealed cavity of

singular self defeat

implosion of scattered self esteem

occurs when two opposing forces

chance a brief moment and dare to

so much as meet

surely inner balance and beauty are just

options offered only to the well deserved

and ever so elite

if this is actually indeed the case

then why can they not be equally dispersed

from the local corner of my yet to be

repaired street

I easily admit that I can usually make

myself out to be believed and there for

at least half the way understood

now, If only I could in turn build up from

the ever present silent evil (doubt)

within to make it as useful to me as its

counterpart of whats considered the talent

of good

then I would be far better off than any

other average every day run of the mill

by stander Bob!

and it may turn out to be a long difficult

and quite tedious thing to do

but I would still feel to be the best person

for such a job!......................

(revised around early Dec. of 1997 not sure why!)