Fate

no neighbor

Some poems

they are sacrificed

and not meant

to be written

Some poems

are not too nice

and talk of Hell

and smitten

Some poems are the center of

attention to be told

Some poems are not worth the cause

of sacrificing old

Some poems are for me to say

and keep them for myself

Some poems are for you to see

and that is left to quelf

How will I ever know to write

what I am feeling for

How will I ever sell what I

am ever looking more

How will I save what I am to

a God I make believe

How will I ever be as him

When Satan takes the lead

How will I ever know to be

a man he wants to see

How will I ever go with him

unless I come to me

I'll go unto a man and say I'm fine and tell him how

He'll say he never saw me and I'm pretty sure that's Hell

I'll go onto a patio and tell him I am late

He'll say a lantern has been left for you as fate

Author's Note

no neighbor