Michael Fischer

Rookie (March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

Sit On Your Hands And [be] Prey - Poem by Michael Fischer

Hands broken beneath me;
Feet deadened in the air.
The bridge sways left to right,
as I die to live in your lair.

I've failed you again God;
But I was born sorry.
Forgive me again God;
I'm sorry I was born!

Ideas don't wait around,
but regrets wait lifetimes.
I've slipped on your slope
and drowned in your design!

Bury me in my tomb;
I've done wrong to you all.
Submerge me in your womb;
Enclose me in your walls!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 9, 2009


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