For your poems.
Here it is again today
The blues
What a mysterious set of hues
I wish they’d go away
Here I am again today
Alone
Is this hell or is it home?
Why is everything so grey
And again I’m calling out to you
Screaming your name
Don’t you think it drives me insane?
I don’t know what more I can do
Is there something more I need to prove?
What more is there to lose?
You’ve left and gone your own way
Leaving me here with hell to pay
It’s an honest shame
That I still give into this game
Again I hear the chorus of
“You’re so brave”
I have my doubts that anyone will even read this in its entirety. But I thank you if you do. I’m posting an essay by Allen Ginsberg, a poet from the beat generation. If you’d like, skip ahead and read it. If you’d like to read a little background about me and my history, read on. I sincerely hope at least someone bothers to give this a read. Allen Ginsberg is my personal hero. I happened upon his works when I was 19. Depressed, suicidal, half insane from isolation and mental trauma, I would […]