Below is something a little more serious than my normal offerings, and in all honesty I’ve got no idea if it’s any good or not…
I am but a bug,
Crushed by the shoe of my conscience.
Kindness, and decency are only a thin façade,
A broken and superficial shell,
Cracked irrevocably into thousands of pieces.
Forgiveness through atonement: to be carried and scraped a little on every surface,
Thinning, until all that is evil is gone.
A poem by T. James, September, 2011.