This Poem Poem by Kevin Patrick II

This poem, is not a poem
But an SOS for you; the lonely and the lost
On the island of misfit toys


There's no clever rhymes
or perfect meters
No sharp dressed rhythms
or imagery zingers
The stanzas are free
wherever to roam
Its just these words that say
your not alone


Carry this poem when your walking down the street
Wandering through faces that see you as meat
Hold it like a cross that gives you new will
To never grow cold, cowardly or cruel

Put it in your pocket when your slaving at work
Imprisoned in boxes with bosses with whips
Let it be a seed, a bud that flowers hope
To clear the grey out of your Monday


And when feel like stranger walking this world
Let this poem hold you as it were a friend
It will not judge you or condemn you
All it will say is "let me listen"



This poem will cradle you in the darkest night
When no one is there to hear your cries
It will be a blanket made of soft light
And it will say you will be alright


This poem will stand for the broken and damage
The once who know life's theatre of cruelty
And when I'm dead and you are born
This poem will still be yours


This poem, is not a poem
Its a message written from a ghost
To say - you are love