broken was the perfect description of my heart
on the day that you died
it hurt so much
i forgot to cry

all attention was focused on you
in death
just as much as in life

nobody saw my face at the service
i bowed my head
i said a goodbye prayer

broken was the perfect description of my heart
on the day that you died
it hurt so much
i forgot to cry

Death came quickly
Taking a life that went by so slow
I was buried right near my late grandmother
In a cemetery where roses grow

I crossed over to The After World
There was much that I had left to understand
A woman wearing glasses with jet black hair
Showed me the nature of forgiveness and acceptance
She was my guide in this strange land

I had taken my life so abruptly
Now I stood in the awareness of this
In The After World I learnt the true meaning of life
I learnt that it was always a gift

When I had finally understood love
When I loved myself unconditionally
My guide opened a door to a garden
Where everyone was waiting for me

a poem is a collection of creative scribbles
i suppose that i
am a poem

i don't care about what you can do
i care about what you can do for me

where are you going to be in five years from now?

five years into the future
with a brand new poem
an older body
and a younger
soul

i was a poet
until some threatened ******* told me not to write
i stopped being a poet and became a brilliant poet

fiction was a place that she went for comfort
until the weight of all that is untrue
crushed her ability
to lie