Poetry

"...And I have yet to be embraced by your aura
knowing I am the smeared soul of your society
But I only think like that because of how you look at me
Like a speck on your poplin only to brush it off in disgust
How can I feel you when I know you are never going to be there?
Why do I admire empty space when your matter isn't going to fill it?
Wherever I roam free, I seem to sense you around the way
Always looking to turn around only to see a fading silhouette..."

 
©2011
David Joel Rodriguez