Poet13's Blog

My heart is a thorn tree I set it on fire
find only cold shoulders to cry on
I’m a great guy I see your point of view
I’m all civilized and witty about it
I have a philosophical disposition
so I appreciate the irony too.

But something in the basement is sad hurt and angry
something thrives in the deep dark taproots gripping tight
the family tree perennially budding blood red resentments
our minds abloom with new generations of old thoughts
yet some limbs bend away from shade reach for sunlight
knowing truth and reason make cold bedmates.