Poe

Not about the author, btw.

Is it a brain leak?

Is this the cause of my shyness?

Why am I so meek?

It's like asking the meaning of life.

Forty-two, if you needed to know.

And anyways, answering is like holding death's scythe.

To rhyme, and make sense, well,

That's just another whole to deal with.

Nah, it isn't bliss, nor swell.

I wouldn't call it that, at least.

And making it just,

Giving it respect between us, peace...

I have a hard time with it,

If you couldn't tell already.

Grasping its meaning whilst keeping it legit,

I cannot, to be honest.

So, to say the truth, yes,

I'm getting it off of my chest,

Won't be possible for a long time.

You can't blame me, no.

Being shy and keeping up the scheme, the rhyme?

Who do you think I am; Poe?

Reviews

[Trystin S. Bailey]

I really love/appreciate your ability to take such depth and such abstract feeling and keep it so conversational and accessible. It's an odd and rare gift that I tip my proverbial hat to :)

[Taylor H.]

I'm making up for reviews I haven't returned. So you may get a few from me depending :). OK, this is a lovely poem.