Square Peg Round Hole

Square peg…round hole
I don't fit
bend the piece
make it fit…for awhile
bend the piece
until it breaks
damn…it broke
I am broken
Emotions torment
tears fall
bewail the silence
my thoughts
scattered across pages
acquiring a measure
of immortality
remembered…like ink floatings
forever on an atonal manuscript
emotion is
a picture worth
a thousand words
emotion is
a word worth
a thousand pictures
Which has more value?
azure is a pretty word
it colors emotions so well
I am writing pictures
and painting words
but…
I don't want my ink to fade
or my paint to crack
I don't want
my words…my pictures
to grow dim
obscured by time
I want to fit in
square peg…round hole
I fear I will never fit in
In a blink…I see
myself grappling with the hem of time
as it hurries by-stops to wait…for none
How do you capture still moments
that move so quickly?

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren