snapped in half with a shrewd doubt
the one that makes my esteem waver
the gavel’s strike to punctuate a ruling, a proclamation
and the attention is set on my spilled flaws

i am a fault
all wrongfully assembled
the left hemisphere staggers in logic and reasoning
the right stains only in charcoal and blue

wrap me in the rosy blanket and sing a lullaby
to pass your knowledge and traditions
cradle me with your charitable permissions
to extinguish my nightmares

i beg for forgiveness
because i am a blunt tool, useless and truncated
wandering with hopelessness, the foe disguised as a friend
my bleeding knees to the asphalt to state my case

© jacob greb .19.0430.1138