#96 of 365 – “ill-suited”



I have no momentum

can’t seem to pick up any speed


the weight of inertia drags at my feet

in an effort to impede


she is lazy and unwelcomed

and smells of misery and sin


staying close until the soot of sloth

and envy stain my skin


I am angry that the smoke of fear

never seems to dissipate


that the gluttony of my pride

leaves little room to participate


and my greed and lust for sympathy

make me ill-suited to communicate


but I keep getting flashes of clarity

that I pray to replicate


and moments of humility

that I can hold and consecrate


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #96 of 365 – “ill-suited”

  1. Still following…….thanks for writing.[?][?][?] [?]

    On Sun, Jan 5, 2014 at 10:00 PM, ElevenFifty9

  2. Blackbird says:

    Thanks for being there….I truly appreciate it.

  3. T. D. Davis says:

    In my top five of yours! LOVE it.

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