( this is a poem i wrote strictly from the heart...
Sometimes I shout at God...

This one goes out to you Bob Shank
With this poem I will try to thank...

I could sit around for all of time
Making nothing but rhyme after rhyme...

Such Dark
Without light...

My body's gone numb
Nothing is true...

Doesn't every poet want it to be so?
Be in league with Emily or Thoreau...

I write alone
Nobody at home...

Clench my fist
Down rolls a tear...

I live this way
Night, not day...

My fears come alive
In this place I call my mind...

I love you like a tree loves seed
Mainly because your the one I need...

There is one I will always need
She can always make my heart bleed...