I hear the call of friends but I am slow to harken,
What shall I say what would you want to hear?
I will not write of Erotic images, I will not spew phony
flowery words. I will only write the truth, what is in
my soul. I have written of the Love that we all should
have for one another, I have written to bring a smile, I
have written of loss, pain and struggle. Do you think me
too sagely, an oracle, a seer, a paradox, a riddle?
I am an enigma, a vision you cannot see, a word you do not
understand, a sad song too hard to sing, a thorn that pricks
at you, a dream that is never understood. This life is about
caring, giving, learning, sharing. I am the one that will
not be loved, a nuance, a shadow, a whisper, a tear shed,
one forgotten, a bitter taste. What shall I say, can I ease the
pain, take away the troubles, brighten lives? Nay I cannot, If I
could this world would be a haven of love, bliss, harmony, a
paradise, a comfort, a healing, a revelation. What shall I say?
My time here grows short and my heart is sad and broken, I
have no inspiration to write anymore. The words that come out
are too hard to write, too hard to read, a vexation of spirit, a sound
that is disturbing. This may be the last verse that I ever write my
soul is in despair, I have lost the desire to ponder on the things
of this world. The thing that you should know is that I love everyone
of you. What else can I say?