Poet: Leigh Allen The Write Place
Leigh Allen is a nutritionist and fitness instructor who resides in Plano, Texas.
She is currently pursuing a university degree.
You are all invited on this enchanted evening to attend my costume ball.
There are demons, devils and evil spirits waiting in the hall.
No money is needed to be seated to join my masquerade.
You'll soon see all your dreams and wishes, are purely a charade.
Your currency will be worthless.
No fees, or coins, or tolls.
Just bring your cheers and all your fears, and we will kindly take your souls.
Wear your best attire, because when you retire you'll need to look your best.
For when the clock reveals who lies and steals, your fate will be at rest.
Angelic wings, masks of death, you don't know where to turn.
Who to love, who to trust, or who will let you burn.
You see that chicken and then you freeze.
Why does that chicken bring you to your knees?
Do you like your chicken in a barn, or on a bun?
Or on the grill very well done?
See the chicken run real fast.
He knows inside his life won’t last.
Chicken stress, chicken sadness.
When does it end, this chicken madness?
Chicken knows your haunting light.
Chicken can’t sleep through the night.
Now you see that chicken just a little bit clearer.
Oh my God you’re looking in the mirror!
You’ve wrecked me, you’ve diminished me.
Do you know how I really feel?
I’m not made of money, or gold or even the strongest steel.
Are you complete yet?
What are you trying to prove?
I don’t understand what stars you look up to.
The denial you carry, the misleading you bury.
Where is the truth?
The good is only in your choice.
The observation is judged only by your rules.
Same blood, same flesh.
I know you all too well, though the paths we have crossed are parallel.
Mine closer to truth, yours put up for sale.
You must think I’m a fool.
I am sick, I am suffering.
Let’s live together in peace, in harmony.
You keep telling me not to place blame.
Though the myths of yesterday still remain the same.
This is what has wrecked me.
I wish you could see how much your thoughts are killing me.
I have pleaded, I have begged.
Maybe if I were dead.
You could find it in your heart, to somehow find your head.
Would you look up to me if I were a tree?
My boldness and strength would be beautiful you see.
My shade would be cooling on the hottest summer day.
And if it's a friend you are needing, I would never walk away.
Would you get close to me if I were a flower?
Admire my scent and my colorful power.
My natural beauty would be your gift.
Soothing your soul with a spiritual lift.
And you would you soar with me if I were a dove?
Spreading the words of peace and love.
This journey in life would put smiles on faces.
No more voids or empty spaces.
Would you share these things if you were uncertain?
Would you open your heart if I were a person?
The leaves have turned a misty brown
The shade has gone away
There is no sun to warm my skin
In this eternal darkened cave
A taste of the cold wind blowing over, would be heaven
But not for me, my time has drifted by
Topped by a cold stone which bears only my name
I am gone
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