I have come to realise
that I am all alone...
precious memories
oh! how they linger toughing my soul...
Its just me,
like its always been...
Paint me a picture of what I have seen
Paint me this picture, of what this can be...
I pick up my pen
But these words aren't flowing...
Grass,
to flourish, must co...
Yes, I remember the past
as it has molded me...
The background banter
faded like the clouds amid...
Sometimes I wonder
if I'm nothing more than...
Let us
Arise...
Maybe you don’t see people looking at you...
Maybe you don’t hear all the good things that...
You are my reader...
and I'll be your Poet...