UntitledIf you really love meUntitled1 day ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like you say you do
You will have to change
To prove that it is true
I want to believe you
Please do change the way
There is little action
Behind the words you say
Ghost SisterIt's been a while since I stopped to write,Ghost Sister3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the lack of reception has caused the blight.
The message I want to share doesn't sound right-
nor comes the power that I had in sight.
I begin to form the words then doubt takes a bite
before a single word there is already a fight.
Then the urge dies away like fading day light,
there is no audience to hear my insight.
I will remain as quite as dark in the night.
I don't think I can describe the depth of my pain,
but it's like drowning alone while being assaulted by rain.
Or the feeling of being lost when you are diagnosed as insane.
Certainly it's not phantom- it's being sent out from my brain
I wish I could comatose my big heart for it is my bane.
Though it's my addiction and I can't bear to abstain,
even as I see you carry on and my heart strings strain.
Left aside like a clearance toy, sentenced to remain-
unnoticed, not a soul has a second glance to feign.
It is as if a loved one has picked up and gone,
Passed away, I mourn everyday, all