On A Broken Landscape There Is A
Little Moor
With Sentinels And Their Shadows
On A Sun Washed Floor
Now If You Turn That Landscape
And Go Across The Heath
Youll Find A Mosaic Of Colour Under
Leaf

I was kind

I am bright, lost a light
I am a night...
An unread soul behind the scene
A nervous head, couldn’t go to bed
Walking all the night, but!
For away can see a sight
Maybe a sun and a kite
You didn’t find,
Yesterday, I was kind.

Thoughts please!
Regards,

Patrick Ramsey

I don’t even know how to write anymore.

I used to swim in this ocean of words and ideas.
Now it’s just sand.
Slipping through my fingers.

I look at you
You look at her
So I look away

Closed myself off from the situation
Directing myself on another course to take in
Piercing with negativity
“Of course it wouldn’t be me
Did he actually see me”

Blinded by her figure and beauty
While I try to ****** with my personality
Fail

Pride is bruised
And I’m feeling misused
As my energy is being abused
I’m in hell

Tried to smile to hide the pain
Am I overthinking?
Just being lame?

Continued heartbreak
The pain stays
As you look at her
And I begin to walk away