Thirteen

Who am I? What am I? Why am I?

Is it worth it? Worth it is it? It worth is it?

Am I wrong? Am I right? Am I anything in sight?

Like a wounded reindeer they cull the herd

With a broken wing I am that bird

Spitting retaliatory girds

So much to say too many words

Too much to do so little time

All that is spoken are filled with grime

Being deceitful is my crime 

All these terms I tried to rhyme

Sometimes its white sometimes its cloudy

Sometimes its light sometimes its heavy

Here I am failing miserably

Trying to find my identity

 

- wolf