Saturday, May 28, 2016


(Written on 12 Dec. 2001)

You are the feather
     that tickles my bone
And the wasp
     that gets me to moan

You are the flame
     that burns my skin
And the breeze
     that sends chills within

You are the accident
     to which I am prone
And the habit
     with which I have grown

You are the poison 
     I have to spit out
And the spice
     I can't eat without

You are the hero
     who saves my day
And the villain 
     who blocks my way

The rule, the law
     I cannot amend
A chapter in my life
     I had to end.