Death By Pathos

I need to find a subject that grips the old heart strings,
I need to write of something, and hope that maybe brings
the eye of judges on me
and hope that they will see,
that I can write of tragic things  and reading them they’ll be
so moved  about my sadness, or fury for a cause,
that they will pick my poem and I’ll hear their applause.
Now shall I write of feeling that my  life holds naught for me,
or maybe baby lambs  are being butchered for my tea,
or even that my heart is broken as my true love died
and nothing can console the aching emptiness inside.
Perhaps I’ll write of feeling like I am of no real worth,
or maybe of a comet that is heading towards earth,
and what about poor donkeys  who are  made to slave all day?
I’m sure that there is plenty more that I could find to say.
But somehow something stops  me, I can hear my conscience shout,
‘No! No! please don’t do that -it’s  not what poetry’s about!'
To blackmail ones emotions and stifle what should be
an open celebration of  one persons literacy.
Ok perhaps the spelling isn’t everything  we’d would hope,
and if the punctuation’s poor I’m sure we all can  cope.
A poem’s  words should fill the reader with just raw emotion
that  fills their mind with images, ideas and brand  new notions.
So if this is all captured  in a work that is contrived,
then I will try to write one too…
and submit it  up with pride!!!