A Poem by Foxemerald

Accept my love just accept my nature,
The urge from earlier today
Is gone,
Leaving me with an empty hole in the middle of my chest.
My life hurts again, even if,
I am trying to make it worthwhile, for how many hours,
Could I sit and chisel away at the end of an idea,
My pencil twisting in a steady rotation out of my mouth?
Driving it from the bloat in my tumultuous stomach, protesting against the caffeine,
At the end of the day who really cares about the feeling,
Which drove the words out of me and caused me to sit and prevaricate,
For lengths which could have been spent making green,
How many things could we find to care about, which have me considered,
As weird as I may seem . . .
With my heavy trench-coat and vape blowing smoke from underneath my bowler,
As offbeat and strange,
And mesmerizing to the public as an object,
I am really just,
Wasting my time drinking coffee out of an empty hole,
Hiding myself away from reality,
Hating the numbers and the life of physical matter,
Trying to live off of another,
The beauties of smoke, coffee and dreams that have,
Incessant behaviors, which are,
Hungry enough to light a fire,
In my brain, and keep me rooted to this table,
Ahh, the games,
People such as myself play when we are,
Attempting a no-brainer
And complicating it all at a level far beyond the rest,

© 2019 Foxemerald

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We often do complicate things for ourselves don't we. Currently experiencing a bout of writers block, 11 novels in the writing and only 2 finished so far. Painful, but this relaxed me. I enjoyed the read, I like your style, almost a bit abstract. Thank you for sharing.

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