My Book Of Poems

Keep it to Self

I got a feeling
A thought, really
Heavy
Sordid
Resting at the bottom of my soul
Like a huge meal in the evening
Quite uncomfortable to bear

So you say I need healing
That I shouldn't walk around freely
With a thought so very
Dauntingly sordid
But don't we all
Thrive by sinning?

So why should you judge my thinking
No, please, really...
Tell me lovey
Be candid
Do play your role
Since you've declared yourself one worthy of heralding
A god for whose opinion we should care...

  So to stand boldly
  And quote words of wisdom
"Your opinion, you can keep it...I really don't need it".