Dear VOCAL
1-3-2024
Cover of the Rolling Stone
Do I write for you
Or for a prize
Can I cast aside the love I have
To become a thing I most despise
When the night has gone
and all is left is you and me...And,
My sweet solitude
Where are the eyes now gone..
Do I pen a poem?
To Rolling Stone?
In hopes of notoriety
In begging for your company..
Take my hand
We'll go to chapel
Where vows give way
To eye-enslaved apple
So that finally..
Dr.Hook has made the scene
By succumbing,
To the obscene,
In dragging the Medicine Show
To gilded doors
On bended knees
Maybe on fours?
Pride has no place in seeking fame,
Seeking fortune,
Seeking names to list in utter devotion
In the end,
Have I given in?
Will I lose what was within?
Just so your page gets another read
As I ken..
I understand..
The poison pen
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.


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