Sick bed
though last 
night it
was heaven 
is it
broken heart 
or an
angel fallen 
from grace 
how quickly 
does come 
this affliction 
of sin 

Even I
think that 
this one 
is crap
come on
who brought 
the tomatoes 
and the 
rotten eggs 
to catapult 
let’s have 
a riot
be it
belly laughter
or revolt

The more 
I write 
the less
I know 
therefore 
I have 
every intention 
to die 
a fool

At first the 
lake was a 
source of reflection
upon which I 
gazed and then 
it froze over 
and I stuck
clawed and scratched 
to free myself 
from icy doom
and now again 
at waters edge 
I longingly peer
past the water 
onto the distant 
shore and wonder 
how ever I 
will get there 
from over here 

If a mile
seems too far 
think then of
a foot and 
the many inches 
most things that 
happen go unnoticed