No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say

I slave away
Pen in hand
Trying to express
The way I feel
About some things
Not trying to impress

I write and write
I try my best
To put out a masterpiece
But time after time
Rhyme after rhyme
The dream is not yet complete

To look at some
Who get everything
People drooling over their roughs
The comments pile up
But my poems remain
Empty and untouched

Although I write
For no one else
It still would be very nice
For people to
Appreciate
The emotion in what I write

The worst part is
I'll never know
If I was ever any good
Because people could
Never take the time
To give my work a look

No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say

One day I sat alone
Staring out over the endless tides of blue.
Dark thoughts scouring for a moan,
As my mind ‘s eye focused on Nature’s hue.

Incessant honking, sirens and colored lights plagued the night.
As I sat there, peering out into the world I left.
My neighbors came by hiding sympathy for my plight.
Ever confused as to my serene chin’s cleft.

A crowd grew as they wandered around my yard anxious for a show.
I sensed a uniformed officer approach me.
Her energy vibrated with a dull maroon glow.
I blinked at this new energy I could see.

She stopped mid step as she watched my reaction.
I looked down at my hands and found them full of blood.
My once serene face quivered with curious reflection.
She reaches down to her hip, as her mouth opens like a blossoming bud.

Her mouth moved but her words I did not hear.
That voice so sweet, so pure, so near!
“Where are you my love!”
My face twists to the sky as I hear her from above.

It was only then that I heard the officer’s words.
As my eye wanders to a man’s body bleeding at my feet.
“Put it down Mr. Birds!
We all know you got him beat!”

My body quivers as images flash through my mind.
My wife, tied to the bed.  My son’s door kicked in.
Serenity flushes from me as rage begins to unwind.
A man lies over her on my bed, doing his cardinal sin.

The rage surges as my scream erupts throughout the night.
My neighbors fallback as the officer grabs her gun.
I see her gun and confusion set me right.
Again her voice!  Telling me not to run.

Her sweet voice yearned me to drop the knife,
I instantly react as the knife falls to the ground.
The officer sees this and takes a few steps wary of strife.
I look and see all the pained faces around.

The officer pats me down as my eye wanders to heaven’s gate.
“I am sorry dear!” was all I could say.
Her voice sweetly answered in a tone definitively innate.
“We love you dear, please find your way.”

The officer puts my hands behind me as she places the cuffs.
A new voice pours from heaven’s roughs.
“I love you dad.  We are finally safe.
Now go and find your way to us without anymore strafe.”

His pure words shocked me to the core,
As water gushed from my long dry shores.
My emotional rigidness was no more,
Leaving the sadness and grief free to explore.

Only then did I see all the brighter blue hues,
Of my comforting neighbors, and friends.
There to mend what they could of what was left from life’s blues.
That was when I knew, that love never ends.

When your grey is marooned
Life seems like a goon
Pliability is cached somewhere
Boldness becomes a tough affair

Brooding over roughs
Becomes the way of life
Seething over pain
Is all you think is fine

Strong mind becomes
So fragile and meek
Constant approval always
Is then what you seek

Yes, yes, you are
B
      R
            O
                   K
                         E
                                                     N from within
But do you realize
Only a broke knows
Value of everything

So unleash the pain
In one go and just holler
Remember, every holler
Makes you stronger

Once your anguish
Is washed out in tears
Your vision to foresee
Future becomes clear

Say cheers to life!