A Different Me!

O Poetry poetry set me free for
I owe you a different me...
I owe you my mind my very soul,
I owe you my kindness that I do not own.
You owe me my loneliness my sleepless nights .
Me I owe my peace of mind.
My minds in turmoil at most time,
I need peace, that comes from within my sleepless nights!
My sleepless nights for your not there,
But sitting beneath the bridge wondering somewhere.
The streets at night are calling to you as you go roaming right through.
In the middle of night, I hear you, at the clock I look surreptitiously.
As you come home drunkenly, with words spilling out
Reciting your verses of poetry.
Whilst I've been waiting for you, longing for the touch that only you know,
As you come by, the house in perpetual moodiness sullenly,
I like you not this way!
By the river side, I cried.I cried with loneliness,
But you did not realise the pain within ambiguously crucifying me.
The boat coming my way, whispering I asked had he seen you by the way.
All night you were...Don't you know!
But when I asked why you had no answer for me, but said c'est la vie"
But my love, give me an answer won't you?
In darkness, I seem to be all my life as I walk about through the night,
Dawning approaching coming into light, there's no feeling like
Seeing the rising of the sun over that mountain high underneath that hill the waterfall.
As I look at the beauty before, my eyes
The colours of Autumn filling one's eyes, the trees laden in dew,
The grass, tears forming dew like in my eyes,
The memories reminding me,  that kiss when I kissed you!
You were so cold wet with dew,
Your face had that tinge of blue your lips your nose so cold your hands like ice
I rubbed my hands on you, just to warm you.
The dinghy at anchor on the shoreline as you sat down,
The boatman getting drunk all the time.
But your drunkenness was, in words in perpetual motion all the time.
Like poetry,
O Poetry I owe you my world my reason for living my dying my freedom my life.
My tears falling silently.. words I can tell not anybody.
The stranger I feel is within me,
I feel so lonely can't you see.
Poetry I owe you the feeling I know not what!
Of being born!
And my love my love of finding him, just to loose yet again..
O Poetry!
Poetry I owe you a different me !!

                                      By Connie James