To All Those Grim Poets

To All Those Grim Poets

By Elton Camp

On every publishing wesite I go,
I’m finding largely an ocean of woe

I loved, but then I wasn’t loved back
Proper childhood upbringing I did lack

Even though there wasn’t a reason why
My spouse has left me high and dry

Because my miserable life I much hate
My greatest pleasure is to self-mutilate

The one I loved just laid down & died
And since then, all I have done is cried

But the ones that really scare me most
Are those that of intended suicide boast

To answer that, I am unwilling even to try
And so to that sort I never attempt to reply

There is always the chance, I fearfully think
What I say would push them over the brink

But a general comment I here will make 
Destroying yourself is usually a mistake

For who knows what the next day will bring
From an unexpected source good may spring
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Davis Avatar
February 4, 2012 at 1:54 AM
Finally...someone articulated what I have been thinking for years!! Nice one :-)
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February 4, 2012 at 2:24 AM
Hey Darryl, Perhaps it help some deal with their problems to grind out those morose poems, but they can get quite tiresome to others. Thanks for reading. Elton
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February 3, 2012 at 4:18 PM
Wonderful poem, and very good advice Elton, Enjoyed your work, best wishes. Elizabeth
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February 4, 2012 at 2:26 AM
Hello Elizabeth, I appreciate you taking the time to comment. I make no pretense to being a "great" writer. I am just an old man pursuing a hobby to keep my mind active. Most of what I write is along the humor line. Elton
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