the mind is an angling trickster
images are formed
inaccuracy be damned
and pain lures the
fragile thoughts inwardly
to have a gruesome look see
is sad when you feel
you've made a friend
and reality reports back
to the bitter counterpoint
a sullen dull emptiness
even though small
still looms
like a shadow growing big
with the trajection of the sun
I am a fool
for connecting to those
who don't deserve
my genuine concern
I am a pawn discarded
in their game of
finding bigger targets
to manipulate to the
molding of their plan
and in their project's
selfish scheme
'Dreams Of Unmade Kindness'
are all too jaggedly born...........
(Sept. 17, 2011 201pm)