all the down sides to my many emotions are
playing unfairly upon my mind
they stand too patiently in the silent shadows
of subtle self contempt
ready at any given moment to pounce upon me from
behind
anytime I even think to try and out run their obvious
anger over being long ignored
I'm trapped in my head and chest with voices that would
pant their displeasure as they roared
in the thought to be safe haven of my hardly used
heart
one small, stony secret caresses its walls
it cowers from possible discovery by these fast invading
voices
ready to tear it apart
and it prays for mercy from their murderous vice like
jaws
I'm not as safe from myself as I would like to believe
I could be
dark emotions luckily enough don't evolve
they merely just continue on in virtue less vain
if I bank them back hard enough
I'm filled with the knowledge that life is not so much
similar just because to the negatives we tend to
quickly agree
and living is not a lent luxury to only 'us creative
sorts' but a guarded gift of the not so very sane.....
( written Oct 27,1992 am)
This is a good poem...Easy to relate to...One of the reasons it caught my attention though is mkind of funny, cause I actualy have a sister named Fuery...
too cute ..............
and conincidental but thanks for your lovely comments. Sincerely, M.