ME (05/31/1962 / NJ)


There are spans when I am mad.
Emotions show in my eyes.
I can hear the beat of my heart.
Then I cry because I feel sad.

I want to forget the ever past.
And listen to the future.
Say that things are okay,
And the hurt won’t last.

People unfold fear in me at times.
They say I am not fine enough.
Why? And then, what must I do?
Such wraths befall out of line.

Jealousy can shape anyone.
Maybe I am worthier than you,
Or someone else might think that,
Right now I lost, and later I won.

I envy the victor of the dual today.
Right now magic says I can win.
Leave me apart and the ache will go.
Henceforth it will be a better day.

No more outcries and distrust.
You see I am the true knight.
I see the trophy in front of me.
Glory is not won in mistrust.

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Hi Monica. Nice pathos; apparently unavoidable morphing mortal condition. Jealousy, fleeting and sweet content consuming. Thank you for reminding me of it's impermenance. temporality. Magic is true, enduring. another knight, (IHShV) . -R.