The poet I am
This is me
Fatigued beyond my limits
Alone
Not lonely
But, alone
The way I prefer to be
This is me
A quiet, yet healing soul who only lashes out if my peace is interrupted
No I am not angry
No I am not depressed
I am a quiet man who prefers to be left alone within his own shadow,
Never to be bothered again
This is me
A man who loves to write
A man who reads words and visions them through his sight but,
Just might,
Sit in silence and observe the chaos and simpletons around him that cover up behind lies and laughter when they really sit at home, in the corner and;
Reminisce
Cry until they no longer can
Punch themselves and tear themselves apart for the inevitability...
Fatigued beyond my limits
Alone
Not lonely
But, alone
The way I prefer to be
This is me
A quiet, yet healing soul who only lashes out if my peace is interrupted
No I am not angry
No I am not depressed
I am a quiet man who prefers to be left alone within his own shadow,
Never to be bothered again
This is me
A man who loves to write
A man who reads words and visions them through his sight but,
Just might,
Sit in silence and observe the chaos and simpletons around him that cover up behind lies and laughter when they really sit at home, in the corner and;
Reminisce
Cry until they no longer can
Punch themselves and tear themselves apart for the inevitability...