I want to look inside myself, so I will be the Doctor, but I haven’t got to cut myself to see;
I am just going to close my eyes, and let this pen do all of the operation for me.
My eyelids fall as verses of poetry illuminate my brain;
Those two arguing voices are still whispering in each ear, driving me insane.
My memory safely stores away all of these new dreams, which I must somehow try to master and learn;
My troubled past is now being incinerated, after hearing Usher sing
“You should just let it burn”.
I drift further down my body to find my beating heart, which now looks covered in scars;
Butterflies are fluttering around my tummy, as my gut feeling tells me to never stop believing in angels and shooting stars.
These poetic verses splash down on to this page after falling from my lips;
Jet black ink now flows through my veins, and pours out through my finger tips.
This pen has now become permanently fused to my hand,
There is no letting go;
A lifetime of poetry now devours me from head to toe.
So now I have looked inside myself,
My autopsy is complete;
I have to stand up tall to be remembered, and this time I am going to use my own two feet.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012