One of my all time favourites.. this poem speaks about the nature of an individual's ego...the wreckage it creates for a lifetime. This one was published in THE NEW ENGLAND POETRY JOURNAL, do cast a glance :)
like a mist through my way
an unwanted beggar,
destroying the unruly me, but you call it nature...
i fell that often, like an unheeded orphan
my time and money were not mine, because i didn’t have any
a smile i pinned, to see in my life..
past or my present, you were unsteady all while...
your pieces pricked me, every bit,
alter I's they were all, then the fire they lit..
a granule here of niceness, I felt relief
presence of the almighty, it was then perceived
the epitome of trust, the light within
Unseen then, when time was but a weary sigh..
a snippet of love, like morning dew...
Like the warmth of a mother
she fed that child in her womb,
Who knew he'd grow up an asp..
And gather his own tomb!
Weary were all the ways, they disheveled my take
i was left with nothing....its now a decade long wait...