I have a lot of faith, but not in me.
I blame myself for what I can’t prevent.
I feel desire, but never hopefully.
My tenant’s Love—she owes me years of rent.
I take a lot of pains and feel each one.
I know the score, but not what I can play.
Jokes are my bullets, loneliness my gun.
I know the island as a castaway.
I trust in promises more than I should.
I walk into the minefield like a native.
My soul is always greedy for the good
And selfless when it comes to the creative.
I treat Life like a gift, when it’s a loan,
And write all stories well except my own.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
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