PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

you don't have to try to explain

why things can never be the same

I'm not so terribly obtuse

that I can not recognize genuine abuse

poetry is my secret form of escape

when I feel the violent claws of mental and

emotional rape

my mind needs a new focus

a safe harbor in which to dock

I need to recoup my losses and build new

strengths maybe this time with the use of

granite and other rock

so the next time someone tries to gain access

to my heart he will need explosives and a sand

blaster

and when his dishonest attempts have foolishly

failed

I will be the one who gets a hearty good laugh

from his forlorn disaster

this poem so far is not as good as others

before have been

maybe I should stop all together completely

in my writing about the species of men

men are so great but men are so mean

so the next time I get into a dead end

relationship

do be a friend and do intervene

how much disappointment, pain, anguish

and rejection can the hardest of hearts take

and still manage to revive

well after this last bad blow I'm not sure if

even thick skinned me can survive

and know that right now I don't feel all too

totally alive

so next time (if there is a next time)

I'll get smart and cover all my bets

after all, life  alone is hard enough to live

without all that excess baggage marked

"REGRETS"............