My Will to be Spoken

You live in comfort

But with so much torment –

Don’t you know belittlement

Is worse

Than a thousand

Failed lives?

Ironic, of course

For failure is of such

Swooping phrases

And subtle gestures.

He thinks you cannot tell

By the expressions on his face

That your very best is worse

than his very worst.

He’d do it differently

Is what he longs to say,

Your path in this life

Is far more inferior.

What of it! Life is

Too short to be dominated

By the short-sighted,

The ill-contrived,

Dulled and narrow mind

Of a powerful but simple

Soul.