it's the beauty in life
that makes you wonder
it makes you ask
unwilling to grasp it
understand
that makes you
shut your eyes
at least
question
(why not
poke them out when you
are at it?)
that
makes you turn away
refusing to believe
that it will be there
when you turn back
360 degrees
and
not a sound
or a voice
not a whisper
that can stand
your presence
the essence
we all waste away
under skin
made
out of steel
- satin would rip -
and the spark
that was there
no longer
hurt
when you touch it
when you crave
the pain it delivered
long ago
that
beauty in life
makes it so much harder
when you see
there is nothing you can do
to measure up
measure it
and
until the opposite is proven
I will not change my mind
we are all
failures
on the inside