Placing the Blame

Shadows and walls
beneath the folded paper

Dry ink melts
under tears

and the ripped paper
is slowly placed

Before I started I
was broken puzzle pieces

With only birth
and twelve houses to blame

My Reasoning

A separation
A place of past
In a time to look forward
I live in the past

Misplaced again
My doing I’m sure
Time won’t be changed
Or even held still

It’s all too big
Tightly packed and closed off
My mind misplaced
A soul born too late

Send me back
All back to the beginning
Time to alter

A way to change
But that would be the end
Until it happens again

Clean off your glasses
And write another story

For those who love to read a page
And tell you how you feel

Just words today
Always one object me

And still I can only be wrong
Just to write again

Figured it out yet
Let me know

Cause my words can only go ten directions
Always back to the same ending me

A twinkle had a tinker

Off to the side

Causing a yellow shine

Unable to magnify

It can only drown in a day’s light

Never able to be its own bright