​You Can’t Write A Poem

You Can’t Write A Poem

You can’t write a poem.

If pain is depression,
If pain is the death of love,
If pain is quiet isolation—

Like great pain is insulation,
Wrapping all smaller pains around.

I feel pain when I stub my toe,
Same if I scratch my knee.
All pains I’ve felt before, yet always—

My brain finds great pain more fashionably sound.

And you can’t write a poem.

If happiness is love’s confession,
If happiness is finding peace, s If happiness is gaining emancipation—

Like great happiness is all the consolation
For sticking around.

You seek great pain like whiskey;
Seek great happiness like it’s the goal,
Still, you hurt when you stub your toe,
Happy when crappy people in your life are gone.

You can’t write a poem,
If only great things what you can think of.

Created by me: Penguinsareangry