Three Poems

I've wrote these poems over the past couple weeks but haven't posted them.  They're more somber than normal.  But don't be alarmed, I'm still very happy :-)  See.  I smiled.

Truth

The truth is that

You never liked me.

Oh, you said you did,

Pretended well enough.

But I could always tell

A liar when I saw one.

And that’s just what you are;

Not nice; not sparing of

My feelings.  Just cold.

A bitch without remorse.

Marionette

There’s little consolation

when your hard work doesn’t pay,

and all that you put in stays put

in rigid forms, faint outlines

of desire; puppet shows

played with your heart

on strings. The puppet master

drunk and weaving, somewhere else

and crying out much like the wooden

figure he is holding.

A Legend

I was never legendary

though I tried to be

and failed.  I was at most

a sidekick, supporting actor

to a larger role I couldn’t fill.

I watched others do great deeds

and envied them.  But I could not

supplant them.  Danger fueled my heart

but froze my arms and legs.