A Poetryman Writes
Lost love gone
Pain found
An empty room
So many thoughts
So peaceful
So secret
A man scarred
Sits upon his bed
With a wand he writes
Lets it all hang out
A gift given
A way to express
He sits
Wonders about the future
Can he make it?
Show the world his inner self
Find love
Find happiness
Rejoice till life comes to an end
A Poetry-man writes
Witnesses the world
Explores himself and others around
Scared he is
Claims to know all
In essence knows nothing
Wants so much
Realizes he can't have it all
A Poetry-man writes
Tries to make sense of his world
Discovers many hidden feelings
Searches for words to explain
Desperation he feels
Angry words he speaks
A twisted tongue he talks with inner love he may have
Outer love he cannot see
A Poetry-man writes
Needs to experience it all
Discover him discover her
Loneliness he knows all so well
A monster he sees himself as
A Poetry-man wonders with words
Ponders ideas
Writes endlessly till time stands still.
Written March 30, 1997 2:55 am
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