Are you caged in your own doubt
accused of calling fear, your friend?
Are you lost in the grandeur of life's game
wondering if you play, would you lose again?
Do you take & not give,
receive & not thank?
Do you suffer from the guilt of having none,
do you suffer from the hate
of loving no one?
Do you spit & snarl at the sight of beauty
but appreciate God's best creation
for they make your bits sultry?
Can I finish this poem
if you disgust me so?
I need not say the rest,
for you already know.