C. J. Black
Tonight, I feel as though I’ve been thrown to the wolves
Left hanging, out in the wilderness no sign of a friendly face
It’s not that I crave being treated with kid gloves
But surely there are kinder ways if you want to put me in my place?
Being judge and jury, who gave you that distinction?
Just because you have a bone to pick with me
Do you suffer from the fear factor of encountering extinction?
Be open minded, be a man, not the fruit of a poisonous tree.
Fiction is so much easier to write than something that is fact
Not every time you sit to write though, it must be strongly stated
I find this to be the case – truth you can’t retract
For should you slander somebody, it’s right, should you be berated.
Poetry is many things to many different people
There are poets whose works I’ve read which I’ll never understand
Agreed, there are times one must use certain dialogue
Yet they continue to travel down the road signposted – abstract.
This poem to me proves, that is if you needed any proof
That a picture can be painted that makes sense to someone
I am not that someone, to me this is just spoof?
Some will enjoy, try and decipher, never give the kiss of Judas.
C. J. Black©β