This is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me These were the lies that my fear set free This is not a poem, this is a love song I'm head over heels for all that is wrong I'm head over heels for the straight and narrow For the path I can't take; for the blood and the marrow This is the rumble, the fall, and the tumble This is the candid, the lost and the stranded This is the bare - see them glance, then stare This is the truth you can't speak in your youth This is not a poem, this is a confession. This is not a poem, this is me. This is not a poem. This is goodbye. -GS ____________________________________ This is my second book of poetry.
62 parts