Thursday, January 22, 2015

Untitled Poem

All the love in the world will not make
My chest any smaller
My face any clearer
Standing by the mirror
I see half a human 
The other half 
Looming in the shadow of 

And all the squats in the world 
Won't matter in the end 
When I can't look at myself
Without wondering 
how I got this way
Inside my head
There's no exercise 
In any book I've seen
That can fix 
All that can't be seen 

All the time in the world 
I hear less often 
A mind gone mindless 
Is dead