The Poetic Change
As the vigor pen hit the paper, thoughts came rushing to his mind
Seeing feared images, remembering his many dreadful past times
Feeling all those emotions, some avid, and some, very painful finds
When all the while, his future relies on his willingness to survive
As he jots the first stanza, his eyes illustrate his first beloved death
Tossed it aside then, but somehow found its way back to his brain
Its reign campaigned for many stages, sorrow continues its vain
Suicidal thoughts, cries an weeps of sorrow, he has no purpose left
He forgets the poetry; his dearest pains have already done him in
Internally he yells for help, but the past continues to retain his soul
Brought down by thoughts, these agonizing burdens take their toll
He sighs in disbelieve, for his next action that is brought to attention
As he lifts the knife, his life flashes before his eyes, he’s then ready
Thoughts before murder never occurred that it was going to be him
He writes his last note, prays, then turns the light switch on very dim
Then he drops his knife, laughs, picks up the phone and dials steady
Then he arrives at the doctor’s clinic, which at last answered his call
Instead of causing death, he uses his advantage to a change of pride
This continuous stress has caused him to go a little on the wild side
With this simple choice of manhood, his new gender will stand tall
He didn’t kill himself, but all of this pain did do something strange
Because this poor poet, called the doctor to get a female sex change