My Sensitive Poem

A friend of mine showed me this epic cartoon by Matt Groening and I vowed to use it as inspiration for my own “sensitive poem”. In fact, I’ve combined one of the Beginning Exercises with one of the Advanced Exercises, and I’ve also used a Barn door reference from How I Met Your Mother. Really, I take sensitive poetry to a new level.

Alas!

The hornets buzzing in my brain

Are stinging me with great disdain

For now my roof has started leaking

And I have ever since stopped speaking.

I am a barn, creaking, creaking,

In my great misery shrieking.

Now no one will see

What I once used to be.

The past is just a distant dream

Flowing away like a stream

Attempts at bliss are futile

Solitude is now in style.

I look up at the trees outside –

Those brave things, they don’t need to hide.

I feel the shrinking of my heart.

All by myself, I fall apart.

Everything inside me’s broken

The barn door’s no longer open.

Because YES, I can face disdain, ridicule, and utter indifference! 
(Just saying. Not that I actually want to, even though it would give me more opportunities and inspiration to write about pain, critics, loneliness, futility, blight, depression, etc.)

PS - My very ambitious plan is still under execution.