Failure

This isn’t supposed to be a great poem

I’m not writing this to write a great poem.

I am writing this because I am a person

I have a face and a front of my face.

With two hands and multiple brains

I think too much and do too much

I live. I was living I am yet still 

In my eyes there are things manifold

but beholds one that is perfect don't know 

What do I tell my eyes to see?

How do I let them know that when they see that face it is that person’s wish that they not know it?

How do I tell them to stay there?

when there is nothing else to see

How do I tell my hands to stop longing 

that divine touch

How do I tell my ears that when that person says my name it is only a word?

How do they not be deceived ? 

when they don't know what it means 

when I ask for forgiveness.

Do not know that I hide behind my words.

Do not not know this is my face

Say my name and looks at this person.

How do I tell my feet to stand here?

How do I tell the voice under my voice to keep on speaking? How 

Do I tell my hands to halt and stop writing