Don’t Have a Clue
I sit here and write, but I don’t have a clue
about the rules of writing poetry; what I do
is write something that sounds right to me,
something that makes for interesting poetry
Didn’t go to school, don’t know the rules,
just hope I don’t write something that makes me look the fool
Maybe there are none, I don't really care
A warning to the reader though, "Beware!"
Just writing about a subject I want to understand,
Just trying to get in touch with what I’m about as a man
If others can relate, so much the better
Not trying to impress others, not trying to be a trend setter,
just trying to examine why I feel the way I feel,
trying to answer the question, “What’s the deal?”
I seldom find the answers, but I still feel it does me good,
a personal mystery a little more clearly understood
Like another piece of the puzzle just fell into place
Poems about trouble and personal disgrace,
poems about subjects I’ve so long locked away
Painful subjects that going back to revisit,
helps me to face them, and figure out what, “What is it
that makes me feel the way I do about moments from my past?”
And why does the guilt last and last?
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