I am the Fool
The fool is me, so full of foolish ferocity,
Infinitely incarcerated in ignorance,
Naggingly nested in nurtured naivety,
Easily relaxed into reassurance.
Yet to be like me you secretly yearn,
For only I can experience true bliss,
Since I know not and shall never learn,
Of the tragedies of misery's kiss.
MiKe
3 Comments:
Wow. Do these poems just come to you, Mike? They are beautifully and intelligently done.
I am smiling and listening, looking, and learning!
Wow, you're poems are really beautifully written and thought through... I really like the allitiration in your poems, very well done Mike!
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