sylviasearcher

The pretensions of a poet misunderstood

 

Avert your gaze
Smirk
Or praise
Your choice
My voice
You choose
I lose

 

Walk on perplexed
Frown
Or vex
My word
Unheard
Out of sight
I write

 

Ponder my pretensions
Or denounce
My inventions
My vision
Your derision
My call
Your toll

 

Seek connection
Reach
Or feel rejection
Just a feeling
A kind of healing
Written for me
Free. Free. Free.