In a way I shouldn't even address the fact that sometimes I write dark, twisted, sad things. I'm writing, expressing, twisting words and enjoying it. I have frustration in my body, mind and soul - I do not have romance... So it would be contrived to write a love poem. I am tired of the romancing of love. Love songs sound hollow. Am I depressed? No. I'm just not in a romantic dream world. Things around me are not miserable, but they are hard and practical. Pain and exhaustion sit on my shoulders.
But to please some people I will now attempt a nice poem, although not in iambic pentameter.
NICE POEM
A little frog
Sits upon a log
Contemplating love
And the sky above
The rolling fog
Covers his bog
And hides the dove
His symbol of love
Now little frog
From the bog
Has lost his love
The gorgeous dove
OK I tried, it still came out dark.
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