Nocturnal Admissions…

I do freely admit sometimes I feel like shit,

Sometimes as well I absolutely do take a fit,

Sometimes it is when I am on the pot and I sit,

Oftimes I wonder about myself I must admit…

Admitting am I regards a lack of desire,

I seem to be stuck of late in a museless mire,

Try as I do though I speak out like the town crier,

Giving you my news about my lack of muse,

Dressed am I in poetical attire…

Cannot quite get in touch with the self,

I am in there though it feels I am on a shelf,

I gaze inside and see only darkness,

Scary it is even to me; I must really upon you impress…

Nocturnal admissions,

Can result from the juxtaposition,

Side by side am I with theoretical apparitions,

They seem as if they are there but I still wonder,

Could it have anything to do with meteorological  conditions…?

                        © ed ~ 6/8/05