PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

remember when you held my hand while it was cold

and raining

you must know now that the disinterest in you

at the time I was only feigning

it was an afternoon meant for any other but I to have

easily forgotten

perhaps that is why now I'm still the only one feeling

so all inspired and creatively besotted

mind you, I'm not really sorry or complaining

nor for your sympathy am I provoking by campaigning

I am just trying to prevent myself from drowning in the

flood of memories swiftly flowing in from the past

he who suffers not from the infliction of self doubt

let his stone be cast

many in an attempt to better themselves will color their

pale canvas with botched creaitivity's bright red paint

even the most evil of men have been known to fuse

their intentions within the shadows of a saint

I used to consider my young, proud self quite a shout

where now I'm merely an awakened hollow scream

when dealing with what life offers us

in the form of what's good and bad there is rarely no

middle ground found in between

I can only shake my senses up enough through voice of

thought

to make them just a little loose

by writing out the poetic explanation to myself

in this cognitive way

I ease the tightness of the noose.............\

(written Jan 4,1992 pm)