PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

its not your fault that you didn't really care

its not your fault you couldn't find an acceptable way

to be there

I ask you though is it fair that my pain is the flammable

fuel for my artistic flair

in my private method of madness

I term my current ground quite a scare

its not your fault that desperation railed havoc

upon my brain

I'm not a vine but nor am I vain

on my fallen face betrayal is so apparently plain

that like a shirt upon my emotions it appears dark

like a careless stain

right now I know I should send my sad, sweet self

off to bed

instead of exploring the ravages running continuously

around in my head

but many times I've heard you're not completely healed

or whole until you've adequately bled

starting with my inhibitions like excess pounds

they were meant to be shed

now, I believe I can sleep

since I've said all I said...............

(written Dec 27,1991 am)