Poets Devotion: October 2016

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Mirror shows me twisted lies

Who I am deep in my mind

So little shown so much inside

Parts of me I can’t abide

Steam the mirror before it’s clear.

I still look good …don’t I dear?

Sudden gasp look in my eyes,

I spy the look of another’s guise,

Angry wanting, secret, closed

Trying hard to stay composed

I am a rogue with gentle blues

Sweet as pie with attitude

Fall down from the bitter tree

Castigate the man in me

Wake upon the tiled floor

Don’t worry guys been here before

Show me some color I see only gray

Living deep in between is really nowhere to stay

Naively seeing life through a poets colored glasses

I think I will close them now and hide from the masses

Goodnight sweet dreamer

I’ve nothing more to dream

I don’t want to see

I don’t want to feel

I don’t want to play

I don’t want to want anymore

Victim of romantic notions

Flailing about in a fool’s stormy ocean

I’ve been in love with love but no more I think

I’ll think no more I think, that is what I think