Poem3

What has been done

I can’t understand

To squander the blessing

I held in these hands…

For I’ve chased away angels,

Strangled them close,

Choked and confused them,

Left them no hope

Of rescuing normalcy

Long since remote

Or tearing down walls

That were built to denote

Self-protection and safety

From all who intrude

On perfectionist logic

Too often obtuse

And despite good intentions

All are refused

Until none but the builder

Can offer excuse.





KDC 11/07