I must be heading toward a high spiritual plane
cuz I am so selfless....who is to blame
tired of going for sainthood
cuz it does me no good
here but maybe there
I will be aware
why I did this on my path
let's do the math
My heart is breaking
my soul is aching
I try
not to cry
I keep on trying
but I can't stop crying
It's hard to breathe
It's easy to believe
I may die of a broken heart
I'm glad poetry is my art
Maybe emotions can get out
Let my soul scream and shout
Very nice and altruistic
Why can't life be more simplistic
Author's Notes/Comments:
Took three recent starts of poetry that didn't seem whole alone and blended them together and they seem to work...probably on the same thought flow...not sure about the title but need to call it something for now I don't like to use Untitled if possible to call it something and maybe change it later if I feel the need...in case wondering where one ends and another starts...first ends at do the math....second starts at My heart...and ends with let my soul scream and shout and third starts Very nice...so they kinda work all together and the last two not enough on their own...maybe may separate someday maybe not who knows...Maybe the first two could work alone as short poems but the last one was just a start of something or this ending...Pam
leave as is it works as is and is a great piece
Good poem, I like it.