A Burden I Put Upon Myself

My thoughts are vague.

My mind, distant.

Still waiting for my flight

when I've already missed it.

What makes a girl sit

outside of herself

to watch her life play out

like she's somebody else.

If time is a problem

I'll carry my burdens

to give to the man

who's already heard them.

Humanity's a woman

standing in my corner

and I fight to scorn her flesh

rather than adorn her.

I hold deep in my pockets

a key I ignore.

A map to the place

with a lit golden door.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nicely written poem, I'll be honest to say I don't get exactly what it's about, but it puts a good mental image in my mind, and I get the basic idea of it.