Today I'm feeling dodgy.
Just a little dark.
I hear you say why.
The reason for my admission is that I wrote a poem last night.
Found no sunshine only night.
Poem chased me into my pit.
I couldn't sleep because of it.
I am not dark of heart.
The poem I wrote bit me.
Been rolling round inside my head.
Thoughts of bad man being dead.
Dead at the hand of the hangman's noose.
I write what I feel and I feel what I write.
I like the poem and the image I created.
A worm wriggled through my head.
Made me stop and focus upon miscarriages of justice.
I have a conscience and I am a deep thinker.
I may blab nonsense.
But sometimes I think.
That poetic piece floats upon injustice.
For the very next few days I'll concentrate on writing nice!
(C) Livvi