Poem: Palaces
I used to look at palaces
And see no further than old bricks and flaking paint!
I used to look at mountains
And only see muck and strain!
I used to look at camera lens
And see pain and sadness.
I used to see a girl, any girl
And find all the reasons for not talking to her!
Was it living?
Was it fun?
It seemed to be the way it was,
But then I knew no better.
I know when it changed.
An Angel did it to me.
I hurt her tho’ it was not me then.
I have regretted it ever since.
She sat there elegant and proud.
She was an Angel and I was poor.
Her imperfections meant little then.
They mean nothing now.
I have seen Versailles and never seen who lived there.
I have seen the Grand Canyon and not a speck of dirt
Sunsets I have seen but never on a sea kite.
and I have seen the beauty of life
yet only in the chaos, confusion and uncertainty.
I have known deep deep love.
The details remain,
But she has her place.
If I continue alive
She will only feel in chains
Flaws and imperfections remain
In my brain
And all around me,
But now I am nothing but sadness and I do distract.
Though my walls do not grace by her
D-Day is just around the corner.
(2015)
