Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

Archive for March, 2011

Dumbass or Smartass

HONestly,

When I THINK

of what I

KNEW for SURE

when I was Twenty-Three?

about the WORLD and ME?

It’s PREtty F-ING clear

that I was WROOONG!

So

bloody

wrong

about EVerything,

but I was

FEARless.

Pleas

I holler out loud,

and everybody turns to see

what’s happening

what’s wrong with me.

I smile

and thank them kindly for their words of comfort.

But their words don’t really comfort me.

I need more.

I want more than words.

Sticks and stones may break your bones,

but names will never hurt me.

or heal me.

or help me.

Please…

Please heal me.

Please help me.

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