Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.
Could I interrupt to say that I'm bored,
To tell everyone that I couldn't care less?
I'm only here because this is where I moored,
But I must thank you all for what I've been blessed.
Sure it is easy to sit here and say,
That nothing you mention could hit me so deep.
Yet I'll lay lonely at night and I'll pray,
That i can escape into that eternal sleep.
For why would i ever want to be around,
Listening to every wail you sing.
You'd sooner just kick me when I'm down,
And pierce my soul by clipping my wings.
Speak lower and lower 'til it is no more,
You spoke only to spread pain with your voice.
I'll throw vitriol and spite down to the floor,
And bring clarity back into every choice.
All i want is a chance to speak,
Just a second to let down my guard.
Not for myself to feel vulnerable and weak,
But to show you my hand and reveal all of my cards.
© 2021 Kyler J Falk