Justice And Spite Poem by Dean Meredith

I feel life
Perhaps a little too much
Poor sensitive thing
Poor poet

I go wandering
Looking for it
Asking for it
Crazy moon filled nights
Crazy sun filled days

Poor sensitive poet
What did you expect?
Flower laden meadows
Quilts of colour
Whistling winds
Chasing through the ears

And what did you expect?
Other than two sides of nothing
Other than multiple sides of everything
You expected angels, right?
You expected mermaids, princesses and such
The odd miracle, the even lie
Quests into darkened woods

Smells of glory, unknowable fears
Love far and well above means
More than hints of roses
Ever diminishing streams
Many a head-on example
Various not so subtle attempts at slaughter
Another day dawns just to spite them
Mostly fast they come at night