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Apr 2012
18+
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
Adulthood,
What about you makes me feel the need to embellish this rune?
I look down from my eyelids onto the hands in which I mold
Manipulate; take shape, as the do as they are told
Except with too many chemicals these extremities begin to shake
Dislocate and replace what I enchant to what I make.
Furthermore,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I don’t mind the responsibility but it’s my mind that I sometimes loose
Over the slow man, the pedestrian and all the chatter from the rest of them
In the simple things is what you’re supposed to love but it’s the simple things that **** me off
When I have one point to make and nobody knows the difference
And finally,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I’m always away doing something that the other kids never do
Was I the only one who got the message from my god?
The holy ghost of asking questions followed by a subtle nod
As neurotic as that is followed by how it could be
I found the script to the autobiography of being me
Sincerely

Paul Rousseau
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