Making One Man Blind...
I could hate you Call you out on all your crimes I could defend myself Providing evidence upon evidence of my character, my resolve, my contributions, my clear and present merit But where would any of that get me Just thinking of you Of all you've done Everything I'm going through I feel ill, weak, nauseous I tremble A hot dry wind finds me Disassembles me My atoms separating like grains of sand in the sahara I'm dispersed I pray to God to be used To be of use To be perhaps part of a child's sandcastle Or put through the furnace, the fire Becoming glass to provide vision for the unseeing Maybe that speck that finds it's course running down to the ocean Wriggling its way into an oyster And with time, with great patience Some day if I am blessed enough I might be loved, even by the likes of you I may just be that loveliness in waiting I could very well turn out to be a pearl 5/4/11