for the bluest of sapphires~
note to self: it’s ok to be sad.
a draft whispered and whistled~
past me and went from titled
draftee to inductee-poem, accidentally
though straight legged enough
to stand alone in iron simplicity
the compulsory muses demanded
satisfaction, don’t let u off so easy…
it’s not ok to be sad,
when the sads comeback
in the 4th quarter to tally-rally
past their long expulsion barrier
but certain words, a phrase, a nothing,
is all it takes to send me tumbling
down a rabbit hole dug deeper
than hell itself, so very long ago
if it’s the wrong word,
expressed with contempt,
or a sneering retort
a sarcastic “ I suppose it’s all my fault”
meaning it’s yours hurly burly spiking
my heart unwarranted and the warranty
on my befuddled head, congested heart,
expired long ago long before
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC
for the bluest of sapphires~
note to self: it’s ok to be sad.
a draft whispered and whistled~
past me and went from titled
draftee to inductee-poem, accidentally
though straight legged enough
to stand alone in iron simplicity
the compulsory muses demanded
satisfaction, don’t let u off so easy…
it’s not ok to be sad,
when the sads comeback
in the 4th quarter to tally-rally
past their long expulsion barrier
but certain words, a phrase, a nothing,
is all it takes to send me tumbling
down a rabbit hole dug deeper
than hell itself, so very long ago
if it’s the wrong word,
expressed with contempt,
or a sneering retort
a sarcastic “ I suppose it’s all my fault”
meaning it’s yours hurly burly spiking
my heart unwarranted and the warranty
on my befuddled head, congested heart,
expired long ago long before
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