Poetry Blogs (2019, coping mechanisms)
I have the feeling again
I need to bleed these words out of me
Now that I have reached that age
Spoken of with such pain and rage
Sitting here tippity-tap
Oh, what is it, dear?
It's me, it's me,
It was always me
And that is my deepest fear
What do we want
When we are so very small
Every coo, every crawl
Is a mountainous haul
And the cheers, oh they come!...
Saturday 13th April 2019 5:49 pm