Gone
Staring at this page I can't think what to write,
So content to see I'm unhappy on the path of life,
You can say I want to be alright if at night I'm alive,
I have dreams to be a poet to show what the world what skills I have,
Now I get the chills when I write,
My words are to complicated to understand how I survive,
Shall life move on when I'm gone,
I'm just getting started huh,
See it took me two years going on three in December,
To keep me out the darkness I used to walk and when I talk to the people I meet,
Depression and anxiety are the only thing I remember,
The pain is there for I'm hole,
Wanted to find the only piece to make me whole,
Meet new faces now I'm lost in places,
Alone only few stay as I move on,
See I wanted to introduce my poetry,
For it may me see what I inside of me
I stated about the old oak tree,
For it's my favorite tree next to the cherry blossoms,
I wanted to show the world my skill,
But my vocabulary is low,
As I chill at the library to unlock my knowledge I seek,
I try to show you how I see but I'm lost in the unknown I be;
What I done to show you,
How many poems do I have to write to show you,
I feel blue but inside me is you,
I know it's true your piece I been looking for,
I stare at this page again,
Wondering what to say,
You make want to state what happen that day.
I'll be gone,
Shall what I done show you and the friends I made see,
For this poetry is what it should be.
Written: 10/7/15
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015
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