Poor Soul Poem by Leslie Alexis

Scribblings on my wall
I scribble so that with all
I may share a bit of me
Hidden secret can be seen
Stories of me, a king, with queens
Fads made up and non-existence breakups

Loves so lovely it can't be true
Boredom and heart-break
Murder and suicide
Things my mind would hide,
All penned and expressed
Under the cloak of penmanship
Written with finesse, spewed out of my chest.

Crossed my heart
Hoping to die.
Wondering why, so sad
When the world around me so glad.
Looking at lovers
Wanting to hurt to hurt them.
Blood and death became my best friend

Forsaken child from birth
Cursing this wretched earth
That made me. Awaiting death
With arms open wide. Destination
Now of no concern to me. Suicide
Brings calm. And I set out on this journey
Even as this is the last you hear of me.

Copyright 2009 © Leslie Alexis