A poem I found while cleaning...

Hello all, hope all is well.

I don't write poetry very often (about every 5 years really), so I was amazed when I found this poem I had written on the backs of a couple subway napkins this last november. I vaguely remember writing it, because it was at one of the worst points I have had in my life thus far. (Knock on wood.) Thankfully life is good now (and on the rise, baby!). Some people have been asking me to post some stuff, so I thought why not start with this one. Don't worry it's a rhyming one. ;)

Keep in mind that I am no poet (and I really know it -big cheesy guffaw-). When I write I sit down and write from start to finish without thinking (kinda freaky really) and then go back and see what I have written. Oh well enough blah-ing, here's the poem:


Charred

Simple as ray of sun,

Nothing wary this way come,

Light as air with things as this,

A constant state of bliss.

Years unstoppably pass,

Cracks in heart’s thin glass,

Worries fast, past and new,

A jagged phase made its due.

The gleeful sun is clouded now,

Life can’t seem to add to the low,

Aches weigh me down,

A fight is seemingly ever ‘round.

Everyday tighter is the bind,

Shorting my nerves and stealing my mind,

Suffering is the beam,

Fortune friends kill my esteem.

I claw and bleed to be on rise,

While ever faced with my demise,

Can no longer tell what I lack,

Because my memories are charred black.

Now is just a huge grey cloud of apparent magic,

Of stress and nerves, pulled tight to tragic,

Will things be bright and smooth someday,

Everyone else seemed to happily answer but…

I simply can’t remember.


Written: November 24, 2007