woodcraft

pinched lips, tight with emotion,
teeth grining back and forth.. anger set in motion...

trying not to punch the keys while i type this poem
wondering why i cant leave this love alone?

my heart being on my sleeve is a flawed and broken
so i write this peom.. so my HURT is spoken....

love the light but never lightly love, 
love thats light, lightly is called love...
 
DO NOT GO QUIET INTO THAT GENTLE NIGHT....
RAAAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING OF THE LIGHT!!!!!

rage against the love in flight, 
rage agsint love in plight 

rage
rage
rage

and at last... perhaps... just once..
my heart will fit this cage.

FIN