PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

across the rivers of my most recently maddened mind

stands the locked gate to reason

a place I long ago left far, far behind

the regaining of trust makes my slim writer's hand

ever so slightly shake

but I now know that it writes for me and not just my

stumbling inadequacies' sake

is this thirst the only real reason that I burn my creativity

clean down to the wick

or is my hunger merely getting back at me by shaking

frustration in my face like a stick

so much has followed me down this dwindling path before

that leads me mentally to a padded room

yet when I dare to venture from such set course

many point their accusing fingers and incorrectly

assume

my ears constantly ring in my head

with their nasty accusations so candid that they are

cold

I truly feel that these fiends would purchase my very

spirit if it indeed could be sold

and on me they seem to have some strange yet

unexplainable hold

like the turn of the century minors in their lust for what

conservatives called 'fool's gold'

the answers must lay closer within my immediate reach

than I would soon likely think

otherwise, why else would I be so brave as to this

level of question bother to sink...............

( written June 1,1992 am)