A poem I wrote about the way I've been feeling the last couple weeks.
It's more than a feeling
A calling to inner identity
Something I've been sealing
Or maybe some obscenity?
Is it not immoral?
Maybe a little chaste?
I think it's surreal
That it may have been traced
Thoughts of sadness,
Feelings of disgust,
It's borderline madness,
But I think it's a must
There's been one constant
One who's been my rock
She's been a concept
Understanding of my sulk
Grateful of most
Supporting of all
It's been my ghost
And it's time I haul |
