"Though often alone and happy..."
Though often alone and happy,
At times, I’m lonely and stressed –
Come sit beside me and wrap me
Into your tenderness.
When my dejection is dormant,
Don’t wait for me to regress.
Protect me before I’m cornered, -
Life is a game of chess.
We all have our sets of issues
And mine are a tangled mess,
At times, I can be capricious -
But pity me nonetheless!
And when the sunset bleeds fuchsia
And beauty is hard to digest,
Pity me for the future –
For losing what I possessed,
For menacing clouds above me,
My poems, and lack of rest,
Pity because you love me
For all that I can’t express…