Good Words
I am just a man.
I have filthy robes as black as the pupils that can see them.
I don’t deserve this due like I don’t deserve final deliverance.
The counselor, the principal, the student with the smile
You do not see the pain you created with the good words you bestowed.
I am reaping what I have sown and I can’t take it.
The deluge of good words has created an incendiary spark,
I am just a man I yell.
The polyester millennium shirt bothers me so.
I cannot escape a day without a good word and a question of its origin.
Could not anyone else be me with this rag on!
I cry because of the undeserved love for me.
I cannot handle the compliments,
The good words.
God save me!
Always in the background there is a violet daisy
So irresistible. I want to pluck you from your garden.
I am a knight clad in silver riding a great stead.
But its just fantasy. I am really me!
Lowly me.
I will survive and love and live and cry again.
Author Note: over the past month i have been complimented many time over and it is taking a toll. i am not very skilled at giving words of encouragement, but i do have this too say. KEEP A STOCK LOAD OF ENCOURAGERS AROUND. they come in handy when your depressed. these people tell you they liked your speech even though they could only hear half of it. sometimes i think they lie and am too people pleasing, but persons like that are needed to offset extremists like me.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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