Sad Influences
There’s deep contemplation
in finding INSPIRATION,
there’s much meditation in
the joy of using my quill-
I’ve found that my sorrow
and pain in desperation,
has become my motivation
with a craving to fulfill.
In anguish I peak,
on my parchment, I must speak-
in torment I find my muse,
with many syllables to use.
I find my joy is oblique,
as my woe blows a fuse,
all my strength turns weak,
and in this journal of life…
I always lose.
Loss has come a dozen times,
so, I ease my pain in verses of rhymes-
goodbyes and many deaths,
I’m the victim in these crimes-
paths to final breaths,
have become my lonely pastimes.
All the yesterdays of sublime-
for I’m the Lady from Macbeth.
You may ask where my impulses lie,
I tell you they’re in the tears I cry-
my aspirations and dreams
may seem to soar high,
I’m bleeding at the seams,
and can’t figure out why.
When you think my soul gleams,
it’s really longing to die.
Sad influences and years of revelations,
have given me epiphanies of...
INSPIRATIONS.
What Inspires You to Write Poetry
September 5, 2017
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