
Some dusks, they take too much
and of men, I am duty-bound
to be loyal, to provide…
There should be a shelter
I can create with my hands
so when the clouds revert to water
then she will have some warmth
But I am a coward, sometimes
I am a snake, sometimes
a jackal and a vulture
I dream to take it back
undo my failed moments
so my ‘always’ could be true
Men look at me and smile
some simply see I am like them
drawn to flames and to destruction
other men see me as a joke
not as a man should be
armed to art and to creation
she seems to like my contradictions
But I am uninspired, sometimes
I am a beast, sometimes
an animal and a killer
I long to take it back
undo those bleak mistakes
so my ‘always’ could be true
I have been a knife
and I have slit before
so my ‘always’ will never be true…
[2006]
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I really dig this line: “drawn to flames and to destruction” and I feel that, like a moth, in a dance with the end.
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I’m much less self-destructive these days, thankfully. But the fascination never fully leaves 🙂
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Creative and powerful! Opening and second stanza are so good!
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Thanks Ben, very kind of you,
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Welcome!
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