Out of My Zone
As I sit here trying something new,
As I stare at the blank screen, I’m wondering, what do I do
now that I’ve decided on serious over comedy?
It feels so strange, a most uncomfortable feeling, see,
I’m much more comfortable treating everything as a joke
But now that I’m self-analyzing, I feel the weight of the yolk,
the yolk of expectations that I’ve got something
worthwhile to say; that others can relate to, something to bring
a little clarity, a little sense that “This guy understands,”
that words of wisdom come from my typing hands
See, I’m out of my comfort zone, hope I’m not over my head
Hopefully, the ring of truth will come from the things I’ve said
I don’t want my words to sound too self-important
That’s why I shied away from this, that’s why I went
totally in the other direction; stayed away from the pain,
that’s why in my old writings, I did refrain
from serious subjects, I purposely keep things light
But now I’m exploring things that keep me awake at night
As I explore my darker thoughts, some that I don’t want to face,
welcome to my dark side, welcome to my space
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