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Sunday 1 November 2009

No More Dark Bitch Whack (Sonnet 2/155)


Why do we need to be cruel to ourselves?
I never gave myself a moments peace
Dialogue with me had been so harsh and delved
Deeply into woulds and a shattered piece
Of yesterday and the day before that
Which bloodied my nose repeating itself
So no more moaning and cruel dark bitch whack
Today I embrace grace, my inner wealth
Now I know I have so much in reserve
All I have to do is honestly ask
The hyper manic self needs to conserve
But now I am free to enjoy this cask
Calling the truth into the renewed me
A bright poetry for the soul to see

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