most try not to come too close
daring only to stand in front of the
barbedWire fence
those familiar with the minefields
know to tread lightly,
know where to step
creeping between along an unseen path
the mines sense the slightest touch
and explode
unpredictably
the shrapnel stings all but
the largest of hearts
and the
most minuscule
Of egos

i wish i could cease
to exist
i wish i could disable mines but

I'm only a stupid artist.