Misting

Becoming who we must,

is often full of little trust.

Let me out of this; Bust!

I can't know me, I 'm full of rust.

From above comes one long list.

All I am is full of this, list upon list.

Not so funny when you lisp,

from the ones you do resist.

What should you do? they persist!!!

Using only a broken wrist.

I don't know, I often sit.

Resembles what? A simple twist.

Free me from this reframe.

My brain hurts from the strain.

Let me out I often stain,

blood red verse in disdain.

Why can't we all but reign?

Why can't we just remain?

What about when it rains?

Thunder storms and lightning mains.

Misting with my eyes resist.

Do you know hand and fist?

I cannot just exist,

If I am the one to only mist.

K.A.P.

5/29/2009