IconsA Poem by Wesley L Dingler
What do you see in this thing you touch?
What do you feel for it, that you feel too much?
What is it within the object that calls up your lust?
That for it, you would be willing to break someone’s trust?
For there is only so much joy it can bring
This object is just that; just merely some thing
I do not mean to imply so harshly, of course
But in the end, it is never really mine, or ever really yours
© 2012 Wesley L Dingler
Added on May 30, 2012
Last Updated on May 30, 2012
Wesley L Dingler
AboutI grew up in Central Alabama and began writing poetry and short stories at age ten. I am now the author of several poetry compilation, a song and lyric collection, and a collection of short stor.. more..