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.