This is not poetry
but a flawed attempt...

A blank slate to be written upon
A journey to begin...

Whisper on the Wind
Whisper the words without which there can be no...

Escape the misery
Escape the pain...

Twisted delusions inside your head
Distorted images evoke such dread...

Living in your own world alone
Delusions often shared cannot be appreciated...

A stain on the soul is like an old scar,
reminder of an event forever locked in ones head...

It can make you cry or laugh out loud
It's really something to make you proud...

People are not perfect,
some are quite bizarre...

To lay bear my hopes and desires
To put a match to the smoldering fires...

She was blessed with wisdom and grace
A twinkle in her eye and a smiling face...

God exhaled and all that exist came into being
Breath smelling of thunder, fresh rain and flowers...