Too Simple... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Too simple for actions
Too complicated for words,
Too much in my head
Permeates even through
The peanut butter on this bread,
These thoughts are waxed
Philosophical economical perspective,
On oh so jaded misdirections
Suggestions that I took to heart,
Listened to no one because they
Don't pay my bills, heart was always
In command, but I hold no one
Accountable, but I, I alone
Stepped down to follow
Her, and her alone
With very little
Broke me down
Walls of clay
Malleable
But she walked away
And dry, dried I did
Gained my composure
Once more,
But brittle I remain
Waiting for
That sledgehammer
From a song
A place, a memory,
That'll come
And powder me
All over,
Wait until
The tears rain
Puddle me back
To mud
All together again...

(09/05/2012)