Yay!
So today is World Poetry Day. So I have a littel offering for you. It’s first draft, it’s rough as hell, but it was the best I could do at short notice. So here you go…
Call Me Fool.
I look inside the box…
….some would call it my heart…
…and there’s a picture captured inside it…
…it’s a picture of you.
I listen to the words…
…some would call it my prayer…
…and there’s an echo repeating throughout…
…it’s an echo of you.
I feel the cold empty air…
…I would call it my soul…
…and there’s a something missing…
…its a something that’s you.
There’s a weakness inside me…
…a flaw…
…a failing…
This need to love–
–and be loved.
There’s a foolishness in my brain…
…a stupidity…
…an idiocy…
This need to help–
–and be helped.
How I would have loved to dance within the flame…
And take my chances with the sorrow and the shame.
How I just couldn’t resist…
Finding this something I thought didn’t exist.
Call me fool–
Call me weak–
My answer to you…
Call me your friend.
Andrea Bramhall 