POEM: I AM

I'm the devil in my weakness
The one with the trigger
The anger in my meekness
For lust my soul's eager

In fearness I am fearless
What if my heart exposes my hunger
For my hunger is quite grieveless
My want is like a digger

It goes deeper than madness
Bigger but not better
But still in my quietness
I hope it doesnt grow fonder

I'm sorry I brood in my carelessness
I'm sorry I'm the ginger in my anger
I'm sorry but nonetheless
I'm sorry I'm only human

Location: Sabo, Sabo

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