I left her in her sadness. She was strong but such a pain.

Thought that I could love her, be shallow, and go insane.

I miss her for her beauty and the taste of just her kiss.

It gets me when I’m tired. When I’m rested I don’t miss.

I was shocked into submission.

A freak of nature, strange and cruel.

Such sensation and humiliation.

To give such props to such a fool.

These are moments almost glowing.

In my memory, a three act play.

Where I smile in the knowing.

And live to fight another day.

Hell came and left at dawn.

Bright colors ran away.

I rethought what I had on.

Faced my fears and met the day.

Shivers up my back are gone.

Memories had their say.

Changes spoke, I don’t belong.

Bright colors ran away.

I told you push comes to shove.

Run and fight another day.

So true, I don’t believe in love.

Bright colors ran away.

Repeat and rinse…

The Advisor is still speaking. My response will have to wait.

I know I should be so grateful. There’s so much now on my plate.

There’s this problem I can’t listen. All these voices in my mind.

A warning with some guidelines. With no words described as kind.

I am walking to her closer now. Standing, grinning eye to eye.

The Advisor has gone quiet now. I ask. “You sure it’s not a lie?”

My question has caused confusion. I can see her far off gaze.

She’s going to her safe house, where soft music always plays.

I know it can’t be permanent, someday she will return.

She has so much to teach me and I have so much to learn.

Was early on a Wednesday.

Banks and trains arrived on time.

I was down to my last million.

But I couldn’t find a dime.

Strangers glared at me in silence.

But you know that’s nothing new.

I was traveling to the government.

And prepared for news gone blue.

There’s no planning for disaster.

That might occur if I leave home.

The masses have lost their laughter.

And I hang my head and write a poem.

The tribes have all gathered.

At the license handout store.

We were in for written testing.

Failed bribes screamed at the door.

Stacey had passed reception.

Xi Lee was feeling blessed.

I had found what I came to get.

My final AZ written test.

I see them on the roadways.

Makes me want to go back home.

Or at least get off the freeways.

Where never more to dare to roam.

The bad luck raised suspicions, on a path that was beat down.

No one dared to look within or see the wise men in the town.

It was happening for eons, as long as Grandad could recall.

Like a dark foreboding plank walk or a dream in which you fall.

Until the child spoke her words that, “Maybe somethings wrong with me?”

So we made a meeting with the Doc, down at the Family Psychiatry.

The doctor raised awareness and we all took a look.

Things are looking so good now, might take Grandma off the hook.

Now life is far from perfect however the family’s not so sad.

Looking in the mirror, not blaming blind luck, good or bad.

Have I gone too far? Maybe, not far enough. Am I too critical of the human condition? Should I remove all restrictions and say how I really feel?

Severely critical? Are you seriously considering such a definition in this age of sensitivity?

Questions deserve answers until they don’t.

Is it sometimes better to just keep things to yourself? Rarely.

Definitely.