Poetic Balance


everything isn't as romantic as it seems,
in gesture,
thought,
desire,
or spoken word.
complications and illusions,
these are the fallacies
that control deep inside.
eraser shavings and useless words,
lines that go on forever,
and emotions that just fade away.

and nobody's here,
no,
nobody sees,
erase my fear,
please,
help me run away.

beauty is what is seen inside of a tear,
inside of a creation,
a thought,
a whisper,
a soft spoken breeze.
imaginations and personalities,
the things we hold dearest
mean nothing in the end.
the persistence of our denial,
the fragile little pieces,
and the loss of all our hope
is lost inside my mind.

and i am here,
but
you can't see,
the birth is near,
of my
perfect little dream.


nothing makes sense,
muddled on the floor,
bleeding on the walls,
displaying,
decaying,
repaying,
delaying.
end is near and you can't see,
all the pain inside of me.
fall apart to my dismay,
breathe the thoughts that you portray.
-KnowOne
© William Crabbe 2002