My Heart Stumbles down
Inman B Gwyn
A poet once said, the child fathers the man,
and observation proves this true.
A rainbow of realities fill the sky,
but what of a child desiccated, pockmarked, kiltered by daggers,
Too soon! ;
The unprotected soul
cursed by the falsehoods of the womb.
Surely he must be born anew,
if he is to prove this tyrannical Maxim untrue…