My Moods Suck...
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
My moods...
suck. My life
doesn't.
What am I supposed to
make
of this contradiction?
My moods suck...
my life is great,
I like myself,
finally, but,
moods, those damn
scratch pads of life,
hurt
somehow, they scratch
preciousness,
mar peace, or piece
of such, a peace of
piece is negated, is
lost...
Peace by piece,
piece by peace,
I put myself together,
somehow.
Erin Moen
11/17/02
Sunday, November 17, 2002
I think you're getting through .
No doubt Erin . Nice one .
great write
"peace" and being jolly. Then comes New Years Eve, and the "peace" becomes "piece"
as the liquor flows. "Piece, piece, and more piece" we cry. As the clock strikes twelve and hidden tears destroy our minds and bring us peace-piece and Easy Glide to make the morning turn easier, and the loving go so smooth. Merry Christmas and "Piece" on Earth as it is in the super markets. Bill (((ugs)))