The hard part

Wrote this poem on a monday. 'nuff said.

Tell me I'm great

Tell me I'm grand

Tell me I strike with a devilish hand

I need no forgiveness,

I've committed no crime.

I need not faith, 

to feel the Lord's burning scathe.

I need not protection, or power, or prowess 

To cradle me in a calloused arm

To be subdued by an elegant charm

All I need is that fraction of a moment 

That splitting hair that divided the instant

When my world shattered like glass

The day she told me to pull my head out of my a*s

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Wonderful turn at the end. I didn't see that comming. I like this. good work. We all need comic relief.
That is why people give cowboys belts with their names on the back. In the hope that they will eventually take their head out of their a*s. Having their name on the back of their belt will remind them who they are.

[AYVID N]

Yes I did. Better honest to goodness truth than flattery.

[Yheela]

Didn't expect it to end the way it did, liked it very much. ^_^

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely piece that moves to the comic at the last line.