Get It All Out

 
In my heart
is a spot, a blot
that wants to be rubbed out

In my soul
is an ache, a mistake
that wants to be smoked out

In my spirit
Is a weight, ill-fate
that threatens to drown me out

My heart grates so heavy,
and I feel like such a fool-
all the weight of stupidity
pulling on my hair,
kicking me in the teeth,
knocking intelligent wind
from my lungs
so that no word spake
could pass my teeth
in a way to be understood-
least not by love-drunk dolts

My mind races til it aches
with memories of ill-advised
gut-grating actions that only
led into farther infatuations
or less lady-like behavior
as I tried my best to remain
sober in mind and spirit
though my tongue seemed
as inebriated, and my body
as befuddled by love
beyond what i knew possible

In my soul
I agonize in pain, in vain
I yearn for a way to drive it all out

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009