Michael Davis

Friona, Texas, USA

I have been writing poetry for several years. I am a Certified Nurse's Aide at Prairie Acres Nursing Home. I have had my poetry published by the National Library of Poetry, and I am hoping this positive exposure will help me get my two collections of poetry published in the near future. Of all the great things to happen in my life, including election into the International Poetry Hall of Fame, the greatest would be the birth of my best friend's son Matthew Isaiah.

Lost

Living in a labyrinth,
My mind begins to wander.
Digging my way out from beneath,
Good for the goose - good for the gander.
Where am I? What am I doing here?
Locked up like Quasimodo,
Like magic - watch me disappear.
Don't think we're in Kansas, Toto.
I'm lost, and easy to confuse.
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I've been.
I think my head just blew a fuse,
Running around in circles - dizzy from the spin.
Just a visitor in this little parade,
Trying to survive this mental holocaust.
Can't tell reality from a charade,
Standing in a corner - Lost.

Rain

Deep in the center of depression,
Where the darkness of my emotion blots out the sky.
There is only one thing that could make the pain lessen,
So I wait for the clouds to come and let the obscurity die.
Lightning flashes, thunder crashes.
All the commotion wakes the slumbering beast.
Once again my pain rises for the ashes,
Causing memories to emerge I thought were long deceased.
There's an ache inside dying to get out.
Just when I can't take any more of the pain,
Suddenly I lose control and start to shout.
Finally the dark clouds release the rain.
To the dark clouds I am devout,
I look forward to a rainy day.
The tiny drops I can't live without,
For they cleanse all my pain away.