hands cover eyes


i couldnt see
blinded by my pride
hands covering my own eyes
im an idol maker
my profesion
my demise

you see me
and wonder why
how silly a thing you say
why would such a small thing
want to cover so many lies




Authors note: the first paragraph is really the poem. my life is the summation of my decisions. my problem is far too often they are soley mine. not God's