Out Of Place

Not exactly the product of a positive mental state.

Late one night
amidst a plight

So frightening,
not enlightening

The seed sown,
frosting blown

Count is low,
no afterglow

Another circle
without an end

Another round
of heal and mend

Addicted to that
natural release

The chances have
now increased

The monarch of
the pity party

Willing to spill
drama so hearty

And the real men
don’t call him back

And he receives
the warranted flack

So much for this
rotund waste of space

He really is out there,
truly out of place

Reviews

[Jake Staffeld]

It's a good poem. Sometimes it seems like all the best writing happens when we're not in a good place. I would like to mention that the rhyming scheme changed halfway through, and it really disrupted the flow. Other than that, good job.