Me, Myself, And I Poem by Little King of Sorrows
Me, Myself, And I
It's me!
The dancing clown of madness.
The muse of death and sadness.
Its myself!
The blackness on your toast.
Bad memories thoughtless host.
Tis I!
The joke of failed endeavors.
The rust that dulls your treasures.
It's me!
The lint that claims your pockets.
The speck that stalls your sprockets.
It's myself!
The wrinkle you can't iron.
The guilt that leaves you cryin.
Tis I!
The thread on which you dangle.
The knot you can't untangle.
Me, myself and I.
I, myself and me.
In a world of endless beauty.
A blemish I shall be.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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That means alot coming from two inspiring and brilliant word artists such as yourselves. As long as you will continue to read, I will to continue to expand my depth of mind, do my homework, and proceed to keep em coming. I thoroughly enjoy both of you poets. Wind Song- Sweet Destiny I still read daily, such a beautiful write. Aswath- what can I say my friend, I've never had a poem dedicated to me before, you have not only brightened my day, but my year