Turn the Page

Turn the page Inside this mind a thought is formed, Then cast aside to remain no more. A lightning bolt inside a storm; My memory returns as if it was before. So words are said to set us free And they do, as I tell you the tale of me. Myself and I are a symbiotic personality. My mind, body and soul create poetry. Succinct when in sync, Through these stories I speak. The boy, now a man, Is forever becoming more unique. This life is too short and time is no friend; The watcher is watching and waiting for the end, But he shall remain unfulfilled, on that you can depend, Because I have much more to do, before I ascend. My soul has grown weary and needs to speak out. Protest, or suggest; a way to remove the doubt. Many have come before me, so I have no need to shout; We are close now, so I can whisper and you shall hear aloud. Minds are for changing and I am no longer the same; I have passed through the dark times, I have turned the page. The rain has stopped falling and even now I remain, A poet, the poet; unheard of… But one day you will know my name. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.