In May Poem by Jean Harold

In May I will pledge my life
and admit that I know what kind
of insanity this sounds like;
we lack everything for this to
become something
Dangerous world to meet
Nasty game to play
Talk, interaction, even touch
and a chance for them to stumble
upon our paths

In May I will confess that I
don't know many things but I will
tell you how to collect the pieces;
word per word, sense per sense
to unfold the secret
Pictures to unfilter
Emotions to express
Standard, bully, even dream
have blocked us from seeing
the hidden message

A tree isn't always in a forest
Comfort has simplicity confused with
seizure, but I will tell you more about this
In May