When I sense that the idea which is hatching in my mind

seems a carbon-copy of someone else's,

I realise I am on the wrong track and immediately abandon it-

not to do this is dishonesty and hypocrisy which I can't live with.

Sitting in the dark just gives me visions of you
No matter either way the wall is built
No matter the covering
No matter the adversity
Take me into your simple arms
Your sinful arms
Return me
Release me

It’s strange really,
How a poet stops writing
As many poets cannot simply quit their craft
As if drugs to an addict
Maybe they moved to pens and papers
Maybe they simply gave up
Unfulfilled
I await your return
Friend

I inhale my breath, as the sun falls down,
the murky night welcomes me now,
Hearing the weeping sea, call out my name,
Blowing off a candle that was once safe,
Tears screams in silence, As it drips
Indulge by darkness, I gave in