FollowingA Poem by L. CoffeeMe n my poemsEach poem is a part of me Like the eyes in which you use to see Or the heart you use to decide if it’s meant to be; The hands you wring when you feel guilty And the tongue you use to taste ecstasy Each letter combined to make a word Put together pieces my thoughts in a way most absurd And it’s comforting to hear something I’ve already heard But from someone else who’s thoughts aren’t as blurred Each word that takes up a space Is read with no meaning, apace And like the fragility of a dead child’s lace The meaning falls on deaf ears and fails to touch base It isn’t a cry for help, as some want to believe Yet it is still a last minute chance to aggrieve And take all the tricks that are stored up my sleeve; And take all my belongings, and take my leave Whether to the void or away from home I don’t know: either way I’m alone Caught up in a conversation with the voices in my head Each of them loudly wishing me dead Each letter they speak and each word they say Is bled out on paper each day Each poem is a part of me, Doomed forever to follow with much guarantee And never to leave, for I don’t have the key But as long as I can write and let what’s to be, be Then each poem doesn’t have to be a part of me © 2017 L. Coffee |
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