Something that I’ve been working with lately is how poetry relates to me and how I feel about it. In some cases, even the most simplest of poems are the most complex. Which is why, I like to stick to basics in regards to content so I don’t lose my readers. I also put some of my sarcasm into this poem as well. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.
Lets keep this
Simple.
I’ll tell this
And go home.
I’ll put my hands
Out to the Audience
Then put them
In my pockets
And wait for
Another day.
I got them
By the scruff
Of the neck
And everyone
In the back
Is putting bags
Over their heads.
I’ll keep this simple
I’ll keep this short
I’ll keep the audience happy
I’ll keep them on the edge.
They’ll hear my voice
They’ll see not my face
But only a mask.
I’ll stand right next to them
I’ll sit down and have a conversation.
They’ll never know
Who I am.
Like playing
Hide and Seek
With a Psychopath.
I’ll keep this simple
Let me be plain.
The hearts rise
The breath quickens
The hands clap.
I’ll just say this
When all is done.
People turn a deaf ear
When I’m here.
But just to say
One thing.
Poetry
Is the unknown language
Of the Human Soul.
And it can’t
Get anymore
Simplified
Than that.
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