Poetry Monday: Ghost Light

I stand upon the stage
Protecting anyone who may enter
I don’t want them to fall
To be hurt walking off the stage
Literally – walking off the stage – 
I am one – a solitary light
With no companion except
A darkened theater
Though some believe
Ghosts roam the seats
And the catwalks
I’ve never seen them – 
A lonely task but
I execute my mission
Every night without
Breaking my resolve
Because it’s temporary – 
During performances
Or rehearsals
I sit in a corner
And allow
My tired wires to rest – 
And every night
My light shines bright
Watching over my stage
And theater – 
There is no business
Like mine

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Let the Ego Die

I’m worn out
I’m tired
I don’t want
To fight
With anyone
About anything – 
I want rest
I want peace
I hate
These young bucks
Who think they
Have to prove
Something – 
They’re insecure
And push
Others around – 
I don’t like myself
But I accept me – 
Stop fighting
Start accepting

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.