This morning I awakened early, my shades
Were up, a beautiful silver ball of sun threw
Its rays ‘cross the room to crown my head.
I feel like an angel, should I leave this bed?
My mind is shattered; is it dreaming I’ve been?
I’ve traveled back in time but don’t find an end
Nor a beginning to where I started this write.
I shall check again for clues, before I click send.
A sense of desperation has me tied up in a bind,
Lost in a shuffle of a far different sort or kind.
I shall not let it beat me or eat at me, I do swear.
In the end all my readers will understand, I care!
Caring is a part of me, has a hold on my mind,
All of me, heart, body soul, call me, I’ll be there.
As I pen my feelings, all of me, flows in rhyme
I follow you, as you do me. It’s a poet’s sign.
Once again, should I ask of you, my reader,
Should I leave my place of comfort, my writing
Shed and bed ~ and abandon you, a reader
To perhaps another protocol, O’ no, I really care
Let me, Let Me Hear It Loud and Clear ~ ~
Lest I shed A tear ~ ~
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost