SadSaw a lady huddled in a blanket sitting on the street
When the rain began she shivered and began to softly cry
I wanted to stop and say hi, what is making you so sad
but I didn't really want to hear the reason why.
I think I knew why she wept,
But I didnt want to hear whatever secrets she kept.
If she was I, I too would begin to cry.
The lameness of her feet were keeping her from standing
the pain in her joints was making her eyes well up
and the friends she had, now were abandoning.
I wanted to share my meagerness with her but coldness
crept into my soul and I knew that it wasn't me to be so kind.
A bitter thought crept in my soul,
If I was to share of my money and my time
If I was to lose a little control of the path I have chosen
I would be risking it all and she might in fact be a ghoul
a drunkard lost in a misery of her own making
and I, could be swept into that, being a sober fool.
Now that I am home, undressed and warm out of the rain
my own tears shed safely behind four walls
The PoetI am not a poet,The Poet8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write what I feel,
it helps me escape
what seems too real.
I write out of rhyme,
its to best express
how I feel at the time.
I dont write to your standards
or the intellectuals minds,
I write for those
whose emotions bind.
Freedom of speech
freedom of verse,
I write as I please
these are my words.
BlinkBlink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time and space contained
In a wibbly-wobbly world
Full of timey-whimey particles
No straight lines or curls
Just mashed together clumply
Like macaroni in a jar
Blink and you'll be sorry
Don't wander off too far
For weeping angels lie in wait
Crying like they're sad
But close your eyes one second
And you'll wish you never had
Take the warning, Sally Sparrow
Don't sit, ponder, or think
The weeping angels are coming
They're behind you.