When I am in a tear…..watch out…
My poetry becomes medicine for my soul;
The words spilling out onto the paper
Would burn holes in your flesh
Were I to say them to your face….
I would want them to sear you to
Within an inch of eternity
And then let you come back again,
So that I could do it again.
I would want you to feel
The pain and the anguish that you have
Caused me and the ones that I love….
But I will just spew them forth into
The poetry archives and feel
just a little bit better for today
until it hits me again,
until I need more medicine
and so I will, until
there are no evil words left in my soul
worth saying to you.
May 28, 2010