PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there's this terrific anger deep within my being that

fights to escape

I recognize it not by vengeful voice but by its

subtle sloping shape

upon my cornered conscience clarity does not seem

to glare at me anymore or openly gape

but these feelings of something being amiss

attaches themselves to me like cheap adhesive

Christmas tape

and taunts me with an abrupt death like thump

leaving in my parched throat a large fearful self

defeating lump

making me wonder who in this game of all games is

the chosen chump

my worrying over such complete and utter silliness

projects me to be quite the foolish frump

that's when humor comes into play

it incites my mouth to take up full use of its

verbal wit display

when the mind fears for its very intelligence

it chooses to hide behind my less than lovely scrawls

seeking out I know not what but perfecting itself

of all its previous flaws

the power in knowing one can succeed where most can't

diminishes the desire to do so

should this handed out concept ever decide to turn

itself on me

you can bet I'll let you know...............

( written April 5,1992 am)