I know it’s boring but I have to share
A poet I am and have the ability
to feel sorrow and happy
for very little reason.
It could be that little old lady
pushing her life in a big box
store cart across the sad asphalt
that’s covered with lives
bitterness that rolls a tear down
I feel the cold on a cold night as
I do the sun’s warmth on my
skin like a warm heater.<
I have no real religion but feel spirits
playing around inside my soul
and wanting to find death.
I never consider death to be
a negative factor just an
introduction to a bigger
symphony and with a
So with all this in mind I feel
good most of the time.
setbacks come and go along
with tragedies and mood
swings that may change me
from time to time.
So unmoved I am with life
yet never can forget, but oh yes,
forgive a bitter depressed and
angry woman. Her life spent
and void of good feelings
causing me to fall into the great
pit of the deep abyss.
Depression sets in occasionally
but heck I’m human and within
a wink of a twisted eye I become
sullen and lost.
I try and battle those demons of
lost love and family and leave
that dark shit to stir and stink
behind me, yet for some odd
reason it follows me wherever I
go and floods my tired brain
before I go insane.
I awaken from a dream, a poet to
the people I am not, but wondering
what would Sylvia say?
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