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It used to be that when I was so upset or emotionally off my rocker I write very bad poetry. It has been a long long time since I have done this. Unfortunately I had "need' to do this in the past few days. So Since I didn't write other stuff I thought I torture my readers here.
Sorry
I am curled up on the lumpy mattress
The soft warmth of the flannel sheets
Have little to warm me up
My insides are knotted and strained
The Locomotive of my brain cannot stop
My emotions pour out in rivers from my eyes
on to the bare pillow
Too angry to sleep
fighting the feeling
That wants to let in Defeat
I am not Done
There is too much at stake.
I don’t want to do this alone.
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Not so bad. But maybe it helps to know at least part of the back story. Do let me know how the next stanza goes.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should see some of my college poetry. Some is pretty bad some is OK.
ReplyDeletemay be I should rewrite some for this....