A Poets Mind

So many words, yet none are pink. No flowers, rainbows, or smiles from me. "Why" they say," do you write such things?" The answer is simple, to their surprise. I write to release the darker side. The smell is so awful, it keeps me awake. So I disguise them as words and trap them in ink. They rot in my soul, and the smell is quite fowl. So I get rid of them, and this is how. They are so unaware when I choose my words, that by the time they are scared, they've already been heard. These things that keep me up at night. These things that are so grim - I have no way to fight them, so I carefully use my pen. You see, my friend, I will confess, these things do take control. So the only way to lose them is to free them from my soul. I know you think my words are dark. And yes they are, indeed. So I trap them in a clever rhyme, so at last, I know I'm free.

What I've Lost

I have lost many things in my life. There was the sea shells my father plucked from the oceans shore. I miss that. There was the doll he bought me and never gave. He thought I would not want it. There was my virginity. That boy left a many year ago. There was a cousin or two. Both died from bullets. There was a friend or seven, along the way. They moved on. There was an innocence. Some man took it. There was my character. I gave it away. There was my drive. I drove it away. Then there was my family. They were never there. I lost my brother to a girl, and the other to disease. I've lost some money. It comes and goes. I've lost some books. I never read them though. I almost lost my husband. But he decided to stay. Pitty - I'm guessing, for a girl that lost her way. And somewhere in the midst of all these things I lost... I lost the most important thing. My sanity is gone. I know that I pretend. I do put on a show. Sometimes I even mop the floor. I do better when I'm alone. This week I will lose something else. In years to come my children will leave. I keep on losing all I have. Ultimately... I've lost Me.