Poet
I am but a lonely poet..
I speak and feel in the form of the written word..
I sit here only accompanied with my own lonely shadow..
Writing down my thoughts, hoping someone will hear them..
My body is broken yet my mind prevails each test of faith..
My heart lingers with each though of you my faceless love..
Like a tourniquet you choke my heart..
You are my air and without you I cannot breathe..
Each step is a battle of life and death..
As my journey progress my love grows ..
And with every setback a part of my soul fades away..
A teardrop rolls down my parched face..
The quill in my hand settles calmly..
I look down on my sheath of paper..
I see a puddle of tears and in it I spot my own reflection..
I world with you and me can never be if this doesn’t seize to be..
I turn around and walk into the shadows of doubt…never to be seen again..
All that is left is a lonely note with just a few words scribbled down..
Life without you is not worth living..
But death with you is not right because you do not deserve death..
What in the world am I supposed to do?
LIFE = LOVE = PAIN = SORROW = DEATH
Cry a tear for me and I will cry with you..
Lonely Mr.Poet..