Poems From Inside Me

Morning Poetry

Forgotten

Morning doesn’t find me

Eager

By any means.  Morning finds me

Wanting

Wanting to know why I have to keep on waking up

Alone

Alone and hearing the birds singing

Happily

Singing loud and cheerfully, egging on the dogs barking full of

Energy

Morning never finds me

Happy

This is the time when I have to decide to

Wake up

This is the time when I wish I could just stay home

Writing

This is the time when I just want to stay home

Sleeping

Morning never finds me

Ready

Ready to face another day knowing while I was gone you got

Married

Knowing you don’t think of me, maybe you never thought

Of me

Despite those times we had when we both were

twenty

I loved you with my whole heart my whole

Soul

We drank in each other’s

Beauty

We made love day and night and now you belong to someone

Else

I drove you off, but it was a hard time for me being

Crazy

Not the good way, crazy mad in love or crazy inspired just

Crazy

Not crazy like a fox or crazy like some young wolf of the banking world

Crazy

As in sick in the head, needed to be put away lock him up

Fast

Throw away the keys and run the other way

Crazy

I came back in time and they found the keys and opened the door but you never

Forgave me

I never understood why I needed you to forgive, it was an illness I had, now it’s

Controlled

You just passed judgment that I was somehow a bad person no longer to be

Acknowledged

No longer to be a friend, as though my illness were

Catching

Now I face each morning

Wondering

What might have happened if I had been treated

Earlier

What life I might have had if I had just been able to

Admit

That the illness had me ten years before it really

Had me

Now you and you and you are just

Memories

People who I will never talk to or be with

Again

Far off in the past, holding the key of

Forgiveness

While I am going through life’s motions just like a

Zombie

Controlled and

Wanting

Crazy and

Haunted

Waiting and

Hoping

Wishing and

Praying

That one day someone will see in me what you once saw

That one day I will wake up and be able to face the things

That haunt me and taunt me and leave me hanging

Wandering through a field full of bad memories

Waiting all night trying to write more poems to tell about the

Morning

Where I finally wake up and don’t feel so

Forgotten

June 6, 2014