the love in a man's heart

is what's taken for

foolishness 

in the sea

of indifference;

like fools

we hold onto the

dream,

cry and stand

ablaze
when all should of been
taken
Gracefully.

and if I continue writing

like this,

I'll off myself first
in my last revolt

and if this was in a typewriter

I would tear it up,

rip it,
pull the gun from
the drawer and
fire

but not before this
poem is finished