Selfish Me Poem by Little King of Sorrows

When did you love me?
Does come and then go?
Does anger come quickly,
while your love trickles slow?
Was it one defined moment,
that I missed or forgot?
Are you saving it now?
Is that all you've got?
Did I get a fair portion?
Did I rank fairly high?
Are you spreading it even?
We all get some pie.
Who can have seconds?
Will someone get thirds?
Should I share with the others?
I like play with words.
When empty they break.
No quality parts.
Words filled with meaning,
bring more finish to starts.
Imagine a circle...
Perhaps it's a track...
Many hopefuls will start,
but not all will come back.
Some hold their line...
Straight forward they go.
Some weave all over,
Like some poems I know.
It's all about heart.
Some got it, some don't.
Some achieve greatness...
Some wannabes won't.




L.K. Sorrows 9-16-2014