©2009, Ky Perkins
"What a Tool"
When night descends it brings my soul no peace; Like poison in my blood, you stain my mind.
I lost the war, and though my heart still bleeds,
I breathe and know I’ll heal, given time.
You’re like a man who steals a priceless gem,
But reasons he can find a better prize;
And vanity is not his only sin,
His every word is riddled with his lies.
And so he scorns the treasure that he owns,
No matter that his peers think he’s a fool;
He chucks the diamond for a common stone,
And in his carelessness, at last, destroys the jewel.
I know its worth, and so I guard my heart;
To steal it now will take a master’s art.