Help rank my 2170 four line poems by contributing your votes to a Ladder. (see Ladder)


It must be some kind of sight.
The mirror does not see.
Hung above the cradles pen.
I'm blaming me I'm we.
I know you have responsibilities.
And lots, and lots, of boundaries.
With everything being so crazy.
And a lifetime of only flounderings.

What do you think?
Poem one is best    Poem two is best