Your fatigue disguised as longing My beautiful optimistic friend Your well-meant foolishness Kills me You ridiculous thing How real are you? You are like A mythical creature With four hearts Lined up behind each other Too kind Too giving I just might cage you up to change you For don't you realize freedom is full of limits? You're magical, subject to someone else's cruelties Unless you dominate us And make us your children
My older poems always end up with dark endings. The most recent have been making an effort towards optimism because it seems that what people need the most.