I went to look for gloves…: A poem 

I went to look for gloves in a familiar store, 

but they didn’t have any; not the sparring ones, 

but the ones to keep my fingers warm. 

You know, however, sometimes I’d like a few brave folk 

to help me by sparring for me! 

There never seems to be anyone around, even near and dear ones. 

Are you all out to prove the fault lies with me?! 

I am just treating myself like a silent passive concierge 

with a madness that actually lends to my dignity. 

You know how you all are bedsitting your freedom to an imprisonment 

for convenience, not me! Even if I go down fighting like Dezi Freeman! 

Have you any convictions, you flock of spineless cowards 

to destroy the very foundation of Godhood for the ones  

who committed eternal crimes against him? 

Should I have seen everything disengage from me 

And you unfaithful lot think it’s the right thing for me? 

Since you all love to couple with the ones who want to imprison me 

to enable their own crimes and set themselves free from their culpability!