Frankenstein

 
a wicked little reminder of no importance nagged at me
My thoughts grew cold, and I shut out the feeling
As is my way when something becomes uncomfortable

It has a pesky way of emerging elsewhere
For example, I am confronted with those around me
touching on the topic I'm trying to avoid
Nature herself will speak, making cloud formations
The creator whispers in mysterious ways

Even AI will find my pulse in my computer algorithms
She'll give me helpful little tips I didn't want
Let's just say she diagnoses me
Feeling depressed? Here is a song playlist for sadness

When I come here to write,
we as poets are often on the same wavelength,
writing about similar things
When my poems start out sad, I try to change them
Or start over with another stanza
Soon, I have stanza after stanza of sorrow
So I Frankenstein the stanzas together, making a poem

I'm good at hiding from feelings
even great at concealing them
But my inky tears never lie

I am confronted with my truth