Silence
is what I hear.
Nothing
is what I feel.
Black
is what I see.
Plainness
is what I taste.
No aromas
I smell.

words and ideas are whizzing in my head, an abyss of imagination.
book ideas, future careers, and some type of strange creation.
but some of them never make it out of my head. they stay, still yet a dream.
and no matter how crazy it seems,
I know I accomplish the biggest of ambitions,
it is forever my mission.

see
the light
as
it
shines
through
your
window

I can’t help it, you see,
I’m not used to this!
I was wealthy, well off,
In a world full of bliss.

I had 100 servants,
To see all of my needs.
I had 17 chefs,
To make the finest cheese.

I’m not used to working hard,
I’m used to sitting down!
Every task I formerly did,
I felt like a clown.

What happened to my money?
What happened to my wealth?
And don’t say I spent it foolishly,
I used it only for needs and health!

But wait, I do remember,
That I went on a spending spree.
I used up all my money,
To fill my heart with glee.

Slowly and slowly,
My money disappeared.
My savings decreased,
And what happened I had long feared.

I was kicked out of the country club,
My mansion I could not afford.
I soon was homeless,
And I prayed to the lord.

I was dressed in rags,
Played a harmonica for money.
People only dropped in a cent or two,
And snorted rudely; thought I was funny.

I shopped at the thrift store,
Ate from the trash.
I’m disgusted with myself,
I felt like a rat!

I know now I was engulfed with greed,
And spent my money all ‘till a cent.
I now don’t live in my mansion,
But, merely a tent!

Now i’ll save up my money,
‘Till enough for a home.
But for now I am homeless,
And the streets of the town I roam.

I skip through the park on a chilly autumn day.
My vest covers my torso and warms me.

going through depression.
taking pills.
trying to get through
depression

What I did, and what I did not,
Stands before me on the eve of New Years.
What did I do this year?
Did I do something that will make me cheer?
Or something average and normal.

Questions that were not answered,
Still stay by me in the New Year.
Things that were not done,
Are still with me, waiting for the fun,
Of when they are finished.

Books I did not read,
From my side will never be freed,
Until they are completed.
Things that were done are now past,
Memories that can be retrieved or forgotten.