OLD CONNECTIONS CLOY:
LETTER TO MY INSTAGRAM FOLLOWERS

I have so much I’d like to share
But fear that I can’t do it there
Or HERE where there’s so many folks
I’ve known in life from different zones,
Whether short or very long.
But here lies the rub for me:
It’s become quite stifle-ing,
Fretting that I’m clogging feeds.
Now I don’t feel fully free
Somehow to spill out so much grief,
Dark and dirty feelings,too,
Constantly in verse on you,
So I’ve built up a separate place
To house the words whose sound
Would only serve to displease you;
Sadly, it’s where the best Poems are found.
So I’ve got a big request of you.
I really hate to ask it, too;
It breaks me up into more grief,
But also ushers in relief;
Freedom’s all I ask you see,
Just Feeling Free, creatively.
Don’t wanna offend
With what you’re forced to read,
So if you know me personally,
And THAT’S why you follow me,
Please only follow me
If prepared to CLEARLY SEE,
Filter’s gone now permanently,
ALL My videos and poetry.
And for the record, though I ask,
I really only ask for Me.