Former Self
Some people have the nerve
to create catastrophes
then become quite disturbed
spinning such webs of complexities
that everyone around them
comes crashing down
like wayward satellites,
welcoming the nether sights
Sacred, quite scared and scarred,
not knowing who we truly are
and this warped sense in a mirror
to the privileged and catered
seems like nothing more
than a former self,
left for too long on some shelf
These walls we erected
never quite protected
so tear it all down
into gravel and scrap timber
and grapple this body limber
We can war with words
or toast the absurd
with hard work and spit
retire early
and trade stories unreal and fret,
full of fantastic regret
mathiasthom
written 3/14/11
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