Phatt Matt Poet I do not know?

What a Mess

My world is falling
I know there is no one
That I can call on
What a mess
What a moron
There is an ice box
Where my heart used to be
It’s so cold
I used to love
I used to be bold
What a mess
The warmth is gone
I saw the note
That you wrote
It said “Dear John
Right or wrong
By the time you
Read this note
I’ll be gone
What a mess
I went from blessed
To the depressed
The crumpled note
In my closed fist, I pressed
I can barely make it to the car
With a bleeding chest…

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Curtis Johnson April 20, 2017 at 9:47 PM Hi phatt. Good write. Great expressions of depression. Hope it is fiction. If not, remember that there are those who specializes in turning messes into blessings. Phatt Matt April 21, 2017 at 4:02 PM Thanks it is fiction

Doug Vinson March 18, 2017 at 8:24 AM Wow Phatt, that certainly sets the mood. Hope it's a fictional write. Cheers, Doug. Phatt Matt March 19, 2017 at 3:22 PM Hi Doug thank you and yes it is fiction. I had been trying my hand at fiction for a while but didn't quite nailed it...

Kim Rodrigues March 3, 2017 at 8:42 PM Excellent! Phatt Matt March 4, 2017 at 11:51 AM Thank you for your kind comment.~phatt

Phil Capitano January 21, 2017 at 7:41 AM Powerful Matt, great images. Phatt Matt January 22, 2017 at 1:22 PM thank you phil~Matt