Calling Card Poem by Leaking Pen

Club card to heaven
Only one in seven
Missed out by one short stride
I'm always the bridesmaid never the bride.

Whose footprints are covered with debris?
Whose rhyme is not jail free?
Who has bound and imprisoned my voice
My poem's subject is not by choice.

Logic dictates continuum…
But my core feeds on vacuum
Sad emotions bleed my heart
Sorrow tears centre my art.

End of the year not a lead to my new year
It is more like my languishing career.
Calendars seek new hope ahead
I sleep in the same unkempt bed.

Christmas is the birth of new hope
Where the devil could not cope.
Why am I the last fallen leaf?
To every one's unresolved grief!

Somewhere another fallen font
Vanishes from lack of attention and want
Like my headstone it seems…
Once read: "This poet died from broken dreams.

Do not knock on my graves sealed doors
It is too late to rewrite my life's scores.
May be in heaven my soul is not in state of freight
And a lasting peace found to ignite my light.

Oh seeker of hope for the New Year
Don't fret if my verse is glazed with fear.
There's a silver lining beyond cloudy skies
Poetic hope dictates champagne bubbly to rise!

Club card to heaven
Only one in seven
I made up the one missing stride
Never again the bridesmaid, but I'm the chosen bride!

January 2 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
Rev Nov 9 2014