I’ve not been on this blog for a long time – it’s been steadily declining in stats over the last couple months. I apologize to my readers for that. I’ve been going through some emotional stresses recently and basically I’m struggling to get my zeal for writing back. But of course, I have to explain it in #PassionStyle, so … I just wrote this. #BrainDumps
My emotions are thieves:
Stealing words and thoughts with the dexterity of the ninja;
Light fingered, then fading into the shadows as though they were never there.
My emotions jacked up my poetry in a dark alleyway at knifepoint
Demanding all of my jewelry and cash – anything valuable that I carried…
So all my words were given over grudgingly to save my own life
To keep my breath lodged within my chest,
Yet I cried tears of regret as my words disappeared
And as emotions took off running, leaving me with nothing –
Broken and empty, the only things glittering are the diamond tears
Rolling unceasing down my cheeks as my poetry was stolen from me.
Who do I call to report this theft? How do I get my jewelry back?
My heavy gold metaphoric medallion, my silver signet ring
Inset with the similes I held dear
Emotions stripped me, left me destitute and bare – not even leaving me
The Passion pendant I am known for.
I have nothing left.
A broken poet with all his cash gone.