Muscle Poems

A pitiful arrogance actually lies

In the critics

Who could do more

Than judge

The villain of their villain.

 

And yet,

There are sins committed

We do not understand

So we never forget them.

They become fuel for the accusers

And the reason for the accused to run

All their lives

While the sanity of the one who knows

Must be dark to be light

Yet are we chased

By some fear

Of abandonment

Anyway,

or is this the terrible thought

That occurs to us when criticized?

That with cruel words

Could the love we have within us die?