Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Fickle Me

I am human
I am fickle.

In a moment,
I can burn my home,
Desert my dreams,
Scar my face.

On an impulse,
I can discard life,
Shed blood,
Question God.

In an instant,
I can unleash the madness
That has lingered within for eons
That has waited to rejoice in my destruction.

For I am human
And I am fickle.

1 comment:

  1. Like the poem :)

    The human nature is indeed fickle - but this is where the challenge is. Can we master our impulses, or give in to each one and ride never ending waves of regret? :)