Reflection

Eric Pryor


I would love to have been

One of those hats perched

atop those big heads like a crown.

 

Or that dampened noisemaker tooting

that sound these little monsters

enjoy.

 

Rather be those candles, who unknowingly are bestowed allthe love

I wish to receive-- seductively blown and licked, but

they hate me. I'm an animal

 

they strap up, and prepare for the armed bullies overthere

eager to handle me viciously

when given their cue. And

 

I am unselfishly filled with ample goodness. Too much

considering I must take several brash beatings until it's

depleted, and I'm hollow. This is my proof

 

no one could possibly love me. A lowly sacrifice somberly

bleeding out my soul

 

Amidst this sturdy tree.