As Yet Untitled 25

by H.L. Nichols

Itís 12:57 this Monday nite
Something summoned this Poet to write
In these words Iíll find vision, wisdom, insight
I penned, ďThis ainít no poem.  This is about youĒ
This is no poem this is my reality
Ainít it funny that this is about me
For I donít know where you came from . . .
Or what you intend to do . . .
But now I canít escape . . .
I canít undo . . . 
The fact that I am blessed by your presence . . . 
I have feelings for you
And now I think about you in everything I do
I pray that divine intervention will guide me through
As if this soon will pass but I want this to last
Sometimes I feel itís too soon to tell you
Then I fear that if she knew, ďShe will she play me for a fool.Ē
At this stage Iíve got all to gain and nothing to lose
So I am compelled to offer these fragmented verses . . .

In hopes that you will think of me soon

As Yet Untitled 25 by H.L. Nichols

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