One day

I thought I’d write a poem

Not an epic

Not a haiku

Just a poem

A poem about people

Not star’s on tv

A poem about life

Not dark death

What a change

Don’t you think?

Can’t people write about

Happiness?

Or is it a

Lost art?

Or is it

That like me

They keep a tight lid

On boiling emotions

Until there has to be

A way

To vent?

Or is it that life is

Truly

A depressing matter?

To bad.

Too sad.

That’s poetry

A Poem About Something, Owl, written 3/24/06