this is an excerpt from my life.
an excerpt from a book
that I'll never write.
a story i can't say
will be done in a day,
but it will be in some case.
it is about love and heartbreak,
with simple words like sad, tear, and soft.
the wording of syllables
to make the rain sob.
something to tick
at the tock of a pestering mind.
to rock about the thoughts
of the old, young and kind.
it can be simple with a rhythm
or complex as conversation.
but the appreciation
is where it might lack.
too many poets
jammed in a room
with no key to let out.
a humble jumble of words
that believe they are free
to inspire with the glee
that a warm author
would write such things.
if only it was wanted more
than a plain straight story to bore.
the poetry must be reborn.
