i was not formed
like the cookie cutter shapes
that you try to fit me into
in the world you call reality
i'm not so cut and dry
made with a straight-edged knive
jagged blunt and rusty
is more descriptive of the style
a cloud with pale blue lining
soft and soothing from the looks
it lines a mounting plume
of insurmountable despair
pairing drops of deep compassion
with temporal hidden grief
and a lesser known oration
of injustice-fueled rage
that builds in rolling fashion
making mockeries of your shapes
weaving tales of desperation
through the tales of pure deceit
wound around desire for 'freedom'
brought about by non-belief
in the Maker who released us
from our own eternal grief
-D.B.
1/17/2013
