Painful

 I thought that I might write a poem today

On sentimental thoughts within my brain.

I never quite know what they’re going to say.

But I’m always assured there will be pain. 

When thoughts are overflowing like a pot

That someone (you) has left unattended.

Then I examine all that I have got.

And try to mend the fences that need mending.

For all of Earth is my Shakespear’n stage

And my Ophelia’s the game of life.

When you cross her, she responds with rage

And carves humanity up without a knife.

And if my lover turns to target you,

Some people aren’t meant for this world, it's true.