
A poet, drained
Of emotions, without being tamed
A shadow in halls
Fly on walls
Listening to others hearts
While fighting to
Stomp on bullshit, lies.
A thinker, adrift
On an uncharted sea
Which leaves only my heart
To decide, run or hide.
A blast from the past
Seeker of dreams
Appreciative of kindness
For I believe
Life is null without truth
Yet witness so much
How others are deceived.
A walking heart, without a cane
Limping through life is
For the weak
For it takes strength to deal
More to truly feel.
A word among print
On any given page
A solider laughing on a battlefield
As blood gushes out
Like love in a soul.
A feather
In a pillow, to rest on
When darkness calls
For I have laid upon
My share of pain
But God has his plans
And I am, who
To question when I fall.
I am…