a sad tear falls
i look through the blur
i see nothing
with my bloodshot eyes
from nights of endless despair
wondering inside
if my life will get better
my hopes have not matched YOurs
and my soul aches
my dreams cannot be lived
and i try harder to achieve
Your will seems no longer mine
i need to know hy
i say yes i hear no
frustration fills me
why is the hurt so real
when will it go away
i ask how come me
i hear just be patient and wait
engrossed in rage
controlled by the love
i blindly depend on
with no conscious thought
through the tears

February 20 1996

It’s National Poetry Month?

A good friend of mine in Tennessee tells me it’s National Poetry Month. That sounds like a request for me to dust off some of my old works and find a couple to post here on my blog over the coming weeks. Get ready for some teen angst driven emotions to pour out. And maybe a more rare emotionally driven writing from my 20’s.