Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


are times 
I go to 
war with myself. 
No one knows what goes 
on inside me, but there 
are bombs and grenades going 
off, exploding, leaving shrapnel 
in every nook and cranny of my 
psyche.  I hate myself every time I 

go through this exercise for I know what 
turmoil that it causes, turmoil that I 
hide with every smile and wave, 
hiding what is happening, 
me trying to show a 
happy man, not a soul 
fighting himself 
in a search 
for some  

1 comment:

Karen Adrian said...

Very cool! I love the way you structured the poem. I've only done this once and it did not come out so great.