Degree Of Difficulty Poem by M.W. Ketchel

Sliding in and out of truth
like walking to and from
a toilet stall
too easy
but it's not easy
never was
despite words
coming
like babble
exclaiming victorious
crooked
like bent nails
pounded too hard
until your fists
are bloodied
but don't point
you made this
what it is.

So, guess again, friend
but not all day 'cause
it ain't that hard either
degree of difficulty
prevails
in mind only
and being oblivious
doesn't help
you want an extra minute
or two
to think about it
okay
but don't call it easy
open wounds will bleed
forever sometimes
so don't point.
you made this
what it is.