Poor Soul

Scribblings on my wall I scribble so that with all I may share a bit of me Hidden secret can be seen Stories of me, a king, with queens Fads made up and non-existence breakups Loves so lovely it can't be true Boredom and heart-break Murder and suicide Things my mind would hide, All penned and expressed Under the cloak of penmanship Written with finesse, spewed out of my chest. Crossed my heart Hoping to die. Wondering why, so sad When the world around me so glad. Looking at lovers Wanting to hurt to hurt them. Blood and death became my best friend Forsaken child from birth Cursing this wretched earth That made me. Awaiting death With arms open wide. Destination Now of no concern to me. Suicide Brings calm. And I set out on this journey Even as this is the last you hear of me. Copyright 2009 © Leslie Alexis