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Slovenly
do I make you uncomfortable?
I've been quiet
I'm angry...
not with you
but at the state I find myself in
I hurt inside, I could never satisfy
you will always be ahead of me in wisdom
our paths may cross over and over
you will grow and evolve
but I will always seem a child
experiencing things just a little too late to understand you fully
the powers that be have nicknames for me
Slovenly being one of them
I lack grace
I am a misfit of the universes
tripping my way through
I am silly, I make them laugh
I desire grace and definition
but I have a confession
in the eternal void
I am but a child
you have existed for eons I'm told
perhaps longer
you are cultured and commanding
I lack finesse and can be brutal
I ask my Father will I ever be a suitable mate?
he says I'm far too young to even be considered
that in the immortal sense I'm only a young teen
I am allowed to put on darkness
and be full grown in pretense only
pretending to understand what I do not
how to love unconditionally
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