23c MELANCHOLY WAY

How can the world know?

This swoon of life/death.

Even the people who care

Don’t understand.  How

Can you step outside your-

Self and let the world see.

Imprisoned in beauty but

Not finding beauty in me.

Searching for the right word

In words and art, the lonely

Streetlight shines on me.

The air I breathe is tainted.

The sentiment of love is deep

Deep within my heart, lost in

Here out at sea.  All I can do

Is write and write this out of me.

If poetry is felt by the senses

Then what’s the sense in me.

My truth is inside my beauty

I must go round and round

Within my living and hope

That I hold that thing

Called love in me.