I don’t know why
Such things
Matter to me
God made me somber
Maybe that explains it
You understand
When I don’t
The type of things
People want
My psyche has shadows
Nooks and crannies
And moments
That leave stripes and scars,
As sunlight through broken
Blinds leaves bars
You see how leaves
Turn their silver side—
You do that to me
With your smile
I’m sorry my shadows
Deepen your eyes
And turn all your joy
To dark surprise
Sometimes our stars
Don’t align...
It’s hard loving
An artist;
The suffering is yours
The poems are mine.
And yes, it’s not fair;
Nothing ever is.
