PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my soul erupts into a scarring scream of damaged

silence

as my vision voyages into choppy waters of abandoned

violence

very little is forgiven beyond the daggers of formal

embark meant of attitude

pardon me if this canvas I've painted for you feels

creatively crude

I care not that my feet dirty the door mat leading

to death's darkened door

for every visual blow taken along the way

counteracts what is seen as an act of private war

maybe I just don't belong to this said place

anymore

and if I don't

maybe I'll sail off the edge of detachment and into

'The Lap Of Gentled Rapport'

to leave me feeling not quite so frighteningly

negative

but instead filling me with the hope that through

this abomination I just may live............

(written May 24,1992 am)