hard to write a poem without poetry within...

[uglychunk]

by me



for ace. if only i could speak to you. if only things were as i had thought.

love nonpareil

though i be bent
though i be worn
though i am crippled
face twisted by scorn,

though i am weak
sometimes cannot stand
though i am sickened
by the folk of this land,

though i am not content
for all i want to destroy
though i always see pain
before i can see joy,

your hand in mine
i felt something true
such happiness i felt
when i was with you

now you turn away
once again set adrift
life has turned gray
with the loss of your gift.