Erin B. - Blackout Poetry Notes

Respect

I need
respect,
more than love.

The life of the average woman
could make a book,
for they should rewrite history
through inconspicuous great lives.

A kind life
is generosity, and belief
in the human obligation
to try
a little more.

My split morality.
I guess I feel love
and violence
in me.

Blunt sincerity
is a confession to reconcile
sympathy
and sensibility.

For the first time in life,
the quiet was
comforting, and at last
the feeling - this is myself.

I feel a mood today.
It is a healthy, happier
sense of life.

You owe it to yourself
to really be alive.

Has this mind,
replete with ideas, perished?
Pardon this gush of sorrow; words are but
the example of anguish.

Their eyes lost focus,
and both reflected a smile
and knew there was
no need to say anything.