I’ve decided to write another rhyming poem
Since I can’t seem to sleep.
Because the rent in my head
Is now far too expensive to keep.
The days are somehow shorter
Yet life remains long,
So I reduce it to my four walls
And continue playing the same song.
Playing the role is easier,
Of the girl I want to be,
I find it tiresome
When the only one in my head is me.
So I set another couch in my brain,
A place for her to stay,
I will provide for her
As she presents to me her play.
It’s a beautiful role,
She plays the perfect part.
It’s funny to think all this suffering
Would soon become her art.
And I would like to benefit from it,
In the life I want to live.
But it’s far harder to take
When all I know is to give.
So I will let her stay downstairs,
In the spare bed or the basement.
As I empty the filing cabinets
For another poetic statement.
To describe the indescribable,
A benefit I can keep.
Once it is over,
I can try to get to sleep.