There's A Beetle With A Needle Pricking My Brain And Telling Me To Say Bye bye For Awhile
There's a beetle with a needle pricking my brain
There's strain with a stain infecting the same
I am lost in a fog that has taken over my head
Making me a zombie almost certainly dead
I walk and I talk and converse in a way
Others around me wonder if they should stay
Completely complex and hexed by this bug
Which buzzes and does his feeding off the plug
Of the core of this thing that makes me me
Oh the disaster consuming faster than it ought to be
I think I will shrink from all my responsibilities
Kindly keep to myself, put my poetry on a shelf
and just watch the world pass on its way.
Ah well,
What the hell,
I think I'll just say goodbye
With the last twinkle of my eye
And go where roses and sprites
Take refuge in the night
A place called Escape of the Mind.
I'll hibernate for awhile, try to be sublime
and leave this world with a smile.
And write the last poetic mile...
For at least a little while.
Kathy Lockhart
Jan. 19, 2008
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-01-19 at 20:53
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