Insanity

Sometimes it pours without all the drops
I’ve been reminded of a chink in my armor
Hey, I’m only human but, (shakes his head)
I’ve labeled them disarming “pet names”
They tend to rub my cerebellum until blistered 
They work like wireless strings on puppets
Used as manipulating currency by some people
To make you feel like you really matter
Not only matter, but matter more than others
On a personal level, and nearly private
Until, they use those pet names for everyone
And that's what makes them so powerful
Then an embarrassing reality slaps you
And that ole familiar sting burns deep
Nothing more pitiful than a repetitive fool
A fools open heart…he refuses to close up


Poet of the Light © 2020






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