As I sit here
Pondering my distant youth
Searching for stealthy answers
A self-analyzing sleuth
How I became who I am
Influences of good and bad
Smiles that made me happy
Frowns that made me sad
Year after year
Lonely and alone
For a familiar voice
I stare at my phone
Friends seem to come and go
Leaving me to wonder why
Were they ever friends at all?
Usually not even a good-bye
In certain circles
My voice falling on deaf ears
Come to think of it
It’s been that way for many years
No one took me seriously
I’m no more than an insect
And I’m supposed to
Give them MY respect?
Suddenly I found my inner muse
Revealing feelings deep inside
And poetry gave me a new voice
My poetic side
My best friend of 40 years
Finally pushed me too far
Of my poetry he gave a smirk
OUCH! That’s sure to leave a scar
Fast forward a few more years
Still in touch with my inner muse
Writing helps me to escape
Tension morphs to feeling loose
I’ve been writing poetry now
Long enough to know
If it feels good to write
Then you gotta let it show
And now I’ve found this place
Where I don’t need to hide
Where REAL friends appreciate
My poetic Side
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