PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I have an indecisive spine

with no real interest in conforming

along a sensible line.

I have been burdened with reserves

that burn away with each aggravation;

yet in moments they've returned.

I have two bright and failing eyes

that will suffer for the whole of my life -

made false by electric light.

I have an emboldening voice

which I seem to be losing control of,

though it's partially by choice.

I have two weather-beaten claws

where my hands and palms were sure to belong

in a brighter day, now gone.

I have a barren space that's full

of smoke on any given day. I try

to keep a fog on the hole.

I have this given haze I've made

to send my senses skewing towards the first

and brightest signal you gave.

I have reactions held in stock

for any and every type of woe

we will manage to concoct.