small gods

Hearts like us traverse the world alone,
Our hands stricken with purpose,
Failure we simply never condone,
Next life forced to wait for us

Hearts of us are one per how many,
Only wishing to know others of our same beat,
Grant ourselves freedom so vainly
To nigh hopeless quests bound to ever treading feet

Parts of us feel reason truly soft
We've the courage to see known
Our only proof to mysteries aloft
Barely make bearable the horrors we've thrown

Hours of us at odds veined and sweaty
Bent on weakness finding for our own self-righteousness
Turn years of refusal unrelenting and petty
Blind ambition nearly implodes as i remind just this...

Shards of us for last resorts and painful memory
I hope we keep turning back to tell ourselves, "never"
Every heart remembers it's not about "them or me"
Small gods we are til too late or we learn better

Very Nice Creepypants. Write more. I love to read originals...

yes master 😛 and thanks.

i like your writing as well. nice intimate observations of certain feelings. extremely well described (and felt!) in just a few words.

Thanks Earthling😉

🙂 thanks, TwinGoat
and not at'all, Earthwalker 😛 it is much deserved.

good very good perhaps a book of virse is in your future.