'Me'

'Me'


In this forum of poetry, I don't think I'm all alone.
Driven by thoughts and bursts from the soul,
To create that one 'perfect' poem.
Well, I have ten crates full of brilliance...
Dog-eared journals of life and fate...
Unfinished poems, from when my mind roams...
Thrown into a dead-poem crate.

If I could revisit all those layers of scraps,
All the scribbled down thoughts, on ripped paper sacks
All the truth of emotion and moments in time
With my natural rhythm and unburdened rhyme
I'd have created my own, 'perfect' poem.
And I know in this forum, I'm not all alone.

These crates are a burden, and when body is ash
They'll be tossed in a dumpster, just another day's trash.
Just one simple poem, would set my soul free
And I'd give it the title of, simply, 'Me'.