I'm Sorry

I don't mean for all of my poems to be dismal.
I don't. That's just how they turn out to be.
I'd prefer to be light-hearted, tripping through
Daisies, holding the hand of a lover, who also
Is never depressed, whose chortling echoes
Within such a forest as Robin Hood haunted
Or Paul Bunyan knew, on our way to a river
Which also is laughing, crashing past rocks
In a canyon so happily, but I'm at home.
There are no rocks nearby, and no lover
To chortle. My heart isn't buoyant. My
Poems are dismal. Again, I apologize.
I don't know how to be bright.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-25 at 02:22

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