PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I have this great problem concerning to the grace

of romance and affection

it scatters my composition of wits in every possible

direction

sometimes it feels like a traumatically terminal

infection

I suppose I should hold this problem up to the

stark light of reality for further and more in depth

inspection

a woman such as myself must be eclectic in her

final selection

when one comes down to the most demanding of

decisions

all of us continue to search endlessly for sole

primary perfection

though others choose to do so with the utmost

discretion

their counterparts are more frustrated yet focused

like in one's career or profession

paranoia holds no high regard for the term exception

there is logic in the term vertigo or so I think

many times I find myself standing on the edge

of the great chasm of life with my toes touching

the very brink

wondering to what level of desolate despair will

I this time manage to sink

in dreams and nightmares where exactly do the two

differ but still manage to link

sometimes I like to write like this so to blow my

own mind so to speak

it's a natural high for me

it makes me feel wonderfully alive yet still

a little weak

what else would I do for my sweet intellect's

release

without the written word for me

life would seem so very bleak

on occasion without any or little warning

I sporadically weep

and dream of a love long lost with the hope for

a promise made to myself

I will one day very soon keep

this is all I can manage for now

so off to my quiet corner I'll silently creep......

(written Feb 3,1991)