Poems, Volume 1

The Pea

I have no sympathy

for the one who made me break.

I wish I'd saved no mercy

for the sacrilegious snake

who shed his holy skin

and revealed his bloodied body,

divided by the diet

of sin and disquiet.

He's drained my light.

I've gained a plight

that's shaken my reality

by its seams to the point where

my existence is unraveling

and soon I'll be

the size of a pea

and a gift to the breeze

of regret,

guilt,

and uncertainty.

He is too proud

to free me from my misery,

so he lives his life,

happy and carefree

while I watch from below,

as the pea he made me be.