More thoughts as poems

Posted by Trevor Amos | 01 Feb, 2021 | Poems | 0 |

It’s time to put my new dress on and become tv
You can turn me on, take a seat, sit and see
The drama that is me. I’m not ill or sick you see
Just mixed up trying to find the me that is me
Behind my curtains nothing scares me any more
I can leave behind the sadness I carry in the sun
Dance in darkness pretending it is moonlight
Dream the wickedness I can’t when going straight
All I want is somebody to love me the way I am
Not think I’m sick or hate and quickly run away

Snug

I stare out the window, wet with rain, cold to touch
The glass presses at me pushed by the angry wind
Wet cars and homes lie forlorn, there’s no one about
Far off in the bay the grey sea meets the grey sky
It’s warm inside and that’s where I’ll stay, for today

Disappointed

Do all of us have one hero
Someone we could try to be
Somebody we could live up to
Or would they be a let down
When you dig below the skin

About The Author

Trevor Amos

In 2015, I put finger to keyboard once more when my co-author on Puppet Messiah challenged me to write three short stories as part of a U3A writers circle he was running. This led to me relighting the urge to write and since then I have rekindled (excuse the pun Amazon) my enjoyment in writing short stories. Recently, I wrote my first poem driven by anger at the horrors of Syria and this has set off the writing of others although some, I think, read more like song lyrics. I will leave it up to you to choose to read my works and either like or dislike them. Its a free world and I have no expectations either way.