PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2013

Trials I've tried to take in stride

This gulf grows imposingly wide

I'm afraid I'll drop to the floor and drown

Before I touch the tips of my long-awaited crown

And raise a cloud of dust to darken the sea

Shroud my shrunken shape in secrecy

I'm worthless trash so don't bother to rehash

Your anger's flash has left me but ash

Defeat complete and now resigned

To your design and strict confines

Form each phrase with flawless grammar

And if you must talk then try not to stammer

I was taken by her grace and subtle glamour

A delicate creature most roundly enamoured

My elation was tamed and soberly tempered

By formidable fear of the members of her gender

Weary to speak for risk of appearing weak

Ruled by my own cruel and fear-fueled critique

When my members tremble and my body quakes

It pains to taste your claim that I exaggerate

For lack of discipline I quickly disassemble

And whimper like the dog I've come to resemble

Unfit for even a modest sympathy hug

I gaze at my shame where I've stained the rug