Oh Lamen Self

Oh lamen self
Why do I do fault on thee
I think I am capable of these things
To discover I am weak

I am ready, I declare
Though fate will be told halt
I push through direction
And bring this on myself

Pains me so deep
Physicality is no bother
Yet that by which I do not fall
Will only help me to stand taller

And the taller I command
The smaller I am inside
For thy surface is of no resemblance
To the monster that I hide

That of greed, hunger
Mortality and fate
That which brings me down, twists me in two
And allows my heart to break

poem by Justine Olsen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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