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