A poets drowning

I was inspired to write this after reading something yesterday.



Clouded thoughts brings me down
like a whirlpool spinning out of control
different light shades of melancholy grey
A poets vagueness can be the undoing

Once beautiful things like picking the petals off a rose
leaving the bud all exposed and all alone like my soul
slowly coming undone because of what you have done
The poet in me bleeds inside out crying out loud so loud

Shame holding me tight, the lights go out
inside my crazy train of a brain
I still long for the touch that’s left me bleeding
seething with guilt because I thought I knew your heart

A poet can live by his sword for protection
or die falling upon his sword when the truth cuts just a little to deep
this poet fell over for all to see he begs for some type of forgiveness
even though i did nothing wrong, some type of twisted madness at play here!

A poets guilt and shame can consume him
often he will feel the power punch of his own words
he can see the horizon and somehow it is like a huge summit
impossible to climb over and yet it does not seem that big of a hill

A poets dream is to feel the words of others
while making someone else day better
understanding what a fellow poet is going through
that’s what it is for me anyway, a life in the day of this poet.