A Poet's Fear

A Poet's Fear

The crickets chirp a poet's lament

Minor chords of rejection

My room is light but I can't see

Through the darkness of my torment

Reaching out to bear my heart

Wanting only to create beauty

My object takes a sidelong glance

And then always turns to depart

What the hell were you thinking

I hear that nagging voice

Why'd you think you're good enough

Then I feel my heart sinking

I awake once more at 4 o'clock

So I can check my phone

There isn't anything new for me

Just a murdered fantasy outlined in chalk

Then I resolve not to look again

Of course it's a hollow promise

At 6 AM I have my phone

Like an alcoholic I'm unable to abstain

What's this need I cannot quench

For acceptance and for praise

Skulking there a part of my day

Forever lingering 'round like a stench

Then once more my pens in hand

Scratching out this poison

The blackness turns a shade of gray

This is a pain I can withstand

Still at times I hide to cry

Where not even I will see

Then the gray fades to white

And I breathe a final sigh

So here it is my fear's lament

Which you may never opt to read

And I'll die another unread poet

With my fantasy's final argument

And as I proof this ready to post

I'm laughing and I smile

I make a few adjustments

'Cause the fantasy hasn't given up the ghost

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This is interesting and mesmerizing piece, simply beautiful

[abluehorseandflowers]

HAHA!!! My lament has been read! Thank you A.

[A. Amos]

I truly enjoyed it my friend