To who this concerns
I no longer care...

Poetry is life to many
Many who use it to express...

Let me tell you a story
This story about a young man...

I try to hide
But it follows me everywhere...

Do poems have to rhythm?
Do they have to have a meaning...

I no longer can wait
Wait for the true one to come...

Running away
Running from the darkness...

I feel nothing
I am numb all over...

Blind I am
Blind to a world of sights to see...

I sit on this porch
Watching as time moves by...

Can I say people know me?
Can I say I have accomplished all I wanted...

Joined to gain respect
Respect from my friends and family...