The Bad Bard
Poetry. Used to write tons of it. I don’t know if any of it was worth two shits, but I poured my heart out in verse in spiral notebooks. It’s been years since I’ve written a poem, but Jason, over at Jasonwrites.com, has inspired my muse. Also, a sense of sadness has come over me this afternoon and I can’t seem to shake it. I am quite aware I am probably being overdramatic and worrisome, but it has to do with the new guy not contacting me all day. But that’s best left to another entry regarding my insanity. So, here goes!
Who are you,
and where did you come from?
Do I know you,
are you like all the others who have come before?
The ones who have
cheated
lied
deceived
abused
manipulated
and then just left. . .
Left me here
alone
To pick up all the
pieces.
Can I
finally
believe
there is one good man
who is
everything
I have ever desired?
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Wow, so glad I clicked on my Reader tab (which I don’t always do) and just happened to see this. I’m honored and humbled and I hope you continue to be inspired to write poetry and everything else, though I hope you shake your sense of sadness soon 🙂
Expectations always make me sad. I don’t know that I will ever learn not to have expectations. I don’t know if it’s possible. I think it’s either part of your personality or it’s not. Thanks for visiting!!