Depressing my writing has become
In absence of the perfect one.
With heavy heart, a mistress now to seek
I mentally prepare for another painful week.
Death By Poetry
Oh why do I mourn the loss of my life?
this mediocre poetry does say.
For I am alive and suffer no strife
and so far have kept the reaper away.
Misery My Fate?
Chaotic thoughts whirl around in my head
perhaps you love me, you probably don't
confused feelings leave me wanting my bed
but I can't, I mustn't ask you, I wont
Though time may decay your youthful features,
and dark nicotine lines furrow your brow,
your smile will remain like the miniatures
you create with infallible know how.
Responsibility, a heavy load
ways me down, and makes me feel the pressure
action, words - politics all a code
and people's actions, all I must measure
My heart had withered away, pierced right through -
but you came along and pierced my mind too.
The cruellest ache of love has been reborn -
I feel guilt - my conscience is newly torn.