Poem For You

Poem for You Happiness is just a state of mind. Where you are, or want to be, What matters, or doesn’t, Should and shouldn’t What makes us blind, or what we cannot see. Picture a void, simple right..? Picture an idea, within a frame, Picture the eyes of sympathy, Picture the minds of catastrophe. Picture your childhood, a swing set, a park, Picture the sunrise, set, and the dark. See where you are in a grassy gnome, Split up and separated, Alienated and frustrated, But you’re not alone. No words I say could ever explain, What I felt or thought that fateful day. No set emotions carved in stone, No analogies or clever comments to believe or behold. I’m suffocating in my own space, I’m wringing my neck of all necessities and letting go of all memories. I’m taking away from me, everything with meaning, My body’s aching; my eyes… are tired… My mind is bleeding. I don’t know what to believe anymore, I don’t know how to settle the scores. I have no definite course of action, No plans ready, trades or transactions. I am but floating in a pool of uncertainty, Not even a poem now, means anything to me. Never before, and never again, Never will my eyes stray from my sins. I can never have you, even though I do, All I can do is write a poem, this poem. So I do, and I never stop writing, This poem for you. Anthony K. Rosales