Poems Fall

Full circle

I'm writing my black and blue,

it's all I have to do.

I can't just say all I feel,

to most that seems to be the deal.

So I lay it down in ink.

My feelings and what I think

Well, I guess you'll never know,

when I'm down or when I'm low.

But now, I train my hand to free

only for my eyes to see.

And no one else will fill my sleeves with lies.

Well, I have no heart; I've learned that now.

I read my work and throw it out.

what's this about?

I do not feel

yet pretend I knew my emotion.