Undervalued Reflections
By Peter Scott
A national holiday
Seems absurd
Yet I know
That you deserve
Treatments everyday
The best I could give
Try me not!
The flood gates lay open
Another reason to sorrow
Spite your work
For your work
Colors flicker off your life
Whispering the disease to me
Reminder of an abuse
Only an answer does not rise
Left with nothing
Silently I live
Displays, a mean left open
Resisting...
Slivered in the sprouting seed
Shadows of the trees
Less noticed than their fractions
Shall it remain tall
Or will the bark chip
Too deep in pain?
Now the crane cometh
A basket
Dinosaurs near the end
Always a keeper
Instilling the memories
The vitality to create
The cure to his own pain
Will it release the hurt?
Tomorrow the quest will resume
How may it be found
Always two steps ahead
Pitiful in my approach
Only the core may be touched
Only one may touch it
Dislodge my belief
Move my arm
Carrying out my life
From the first command
My worst
Fear control
Running so hard
Small dreams
Passing the torch onto
Myself in the mirror
Might I falter
Jagged marks form
The sand is perfect
You did not slip.
