THE MISCONCEIVED ME

People look at me
Seeing what they
Want to see
That isn't me

I'm a uncomfortable,
Comfortable. Typical
type of fella, who's poems
will never be a best seller.

Forever feeling I'm in,
A revolving door of life.
I need a hug,
As much as a stink bug.

A man of many hours,
With a brain of only one.
Who craves the limelight,
But cannot stand the sun.

Sometimes I feel like a,
One legged stand up comedian.
Always on the run,
No laughs not one no fun.

Behind the misconceived me,
Is a man who wishes to die.
Who will hide himself away,
On this dark and dismal day.

Yet tomorrow comes what may,
I'm like the key that doesn't lock.
The grease upon the plate,
Tomorrow maybe I'll be indifferent,
As yet again it's a different day.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-12 at 02:06

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Ingvar. This is good stuff. As always.
2023-12-18


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
What a text! So full of stuff I wish I'd written!!! And the content! I sympathise with each line! And I think your poetry is closer to the skin than most texts you read here; they're magnificent!
2023-12-12


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
very nicely done. "Who craves the limelight,
But cannot stand the sun" made me laugh.
2023-12-12