This Poem is Free

By

Walter LaRaye

No conversation

Just undo hesitation

And

Mass evacuation –

Of our love…

Or

What used to be…?

At least that’s what you tell me

So now you want to be free…?

But I never paid for your time baby.

So I missed that fee.

Not even a penny

For your thoughts to gain true communication

You find every excuse to keep the great migration

Running away from our problems brings devastation

KA-BOOM

You wouldn’t care if they dropped a bomb in the room

Just as long as you could bloom

After the destruction

I can do bad all myself…

Now here comes the eruption

Our words between ourselves are like bad politicians

Filled with corruption

I’m seeking to find if you truly loved me

And you’re seeking a spot of sunlight in the clouds just to be free

And I can’t keep thee

No man can make a fed up mind happy

So in all fairness…

Away with thee

Too many cold shoulders in the storm

When love is supposed to be kind and warm…

But sunshine chasers never stay thru the storm.

And that should have been the first alarm

But I was too blinded about chasing a dream

To be happy in love was just a crock it seems

But isn’t that the poet’s gleam?

Turn lemons into lemonade

Even I realize that this wound needs more than a band-aid.

So before I apply first-aid…

Let me wash you away from me

Clean thy skin for you have made me dirty

And I’m going to charge it to the game

And waive the fee

Let these words bounce in your mental

For this poem is free…

And so are we.

“This Poem is Free”

~W

© 2010 Walter LaRaye

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M.I.S.S.

May I Speak Sincerely?