Katie

My name is Katie.

We dance around this carousel,

This festival of dreams.

A fee we forge to join the fair,

Far from fair, it seems.

Like the fiend who finds her fix

But breaks all the unseen,

Like the lungs who love the smoke

That suffocates their scream.

 

The fare I fear I can’t forgo,

Although, I frequently forget

And gamble with my only ‘is’,

My mindless metaphysic bet.

 

I’m sorry from the bottom of me

For giving you away,

I’m sorry for all that I’ve missed

Without you in my days.

I’m sorry for the travesty

Of the hands in which you lay,

I promise now I know your worth

Like flowers know of May.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the story. Some wisdom in the words. We miss the people who could make us laugh and smile. I like the complete poem. The description was very good. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
"I promise now I know your worth
Like flowers know of May."
Coyote

[.shalynn.009.]

Great use of alliteration. Very powerful. "Like the lungs that love the smoke/that suffocates their scream." A very good simile. I liked the poem overall. The story of it was told quite well.

[Ed Hart]

powerful words made of sincerity