Happy Measurment

A poem of place and unhappiness...

Living in a house of perfect pointedness,

there where a disagree is measured by inches.

The argument made creates the space of looking away,

found within direct and needle sharp wounding gaze.

Trying to stop anger while biting your tongue,

this dart board existence consists of lonely increments.

Inside bulls eye awareness is found happy measurement,

that of temporary and ever changing time and place.

Seldom have I lived there but it is an aspect of life,

and here I must reside whether it is of wrong or right.  

Author's Note

all comments are welcome

Reviews

[Jade]

Trying to stop anger while biting your tongue,
this dart board existence consists of lonely increments.
Inside bulls eye awareness is found happy measurement,

AWESOME part here, kinda truthful as well, This is so very good