Farewell poem I write,
Waving my hand and heart to you...

There is need in me
one that controls my surrounding...

Am angry at you..
As a friend am angry...

The night is cold and windy
My heart is warm and needy...

I'm a hard art.
Paint of many faces...

02/08/2015...

It is late,
too late for me to close my eyes and sleep...

The darkness had taken her soul,
for every provoking thought she brought...

I could write of you,
of how much I miss you...

Death is another way of looking.
The moon of death is older...

I have much to write about,
if only you could help...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...