Coming into credence of the surrounding,
As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.

Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon,
As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts,
While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.

The inner heart wrapped around a blanket,
Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.

The beats come into a trance,
And radiance come to a halt by the darkness,
For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.

Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation,
For all imagery end with a last note of a piano,
And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!

Puts his pen to paper
For one last goodbye
Will try his best to say it all
In this his final write

He'll address it to his loved ones
And those that know him well
In hopes they'll take it all with ease
Though there's no way to really tell

He's written about the ups and downs
The ins and outs of life
So what is written on this lonely page
Should come as no surprise

He's always felt so out of place
Even in this poets world
At one time was his saving grace
That no writings now can cure

So he puts his pen to paper
His beginning and his end
Never doing him any favors
Both as enemy and friend

All he can think to write
Is I've simply had enough
As his very last line for the very last time
Is written out in poets blood

Though I face the yelling loud,
I'd like to make my daddy proud.
A's, B's, and one C,
Never will it be a victory.
No I can't be like my big sis,
Tests 99%, only one miss.
I try so hard,
With a good report card.
Still can't give you a smile.

Even when I twirl,
I'm not daddy's little girl.
I stand on my toes,
To be right under your nose.
You look past me,
And yet I'm still not free.
I'm doing pliés at the barré,
While you're at the bar.
Why can't I make you proud?

Oh how I wish I was your son,
So I wouldn't want to be undone.
We'd play catch and drink a beer,
Then I wouldn't have this fear.
Of disappointing you again,
Feeling all that pain.
I can't keep doing this to myself.

Instead you shut me out,
I have many reasons to pout.
I haven't seen you in a year,
I shed a tear.
I miss you,
Even if you don't miss me too.
It's time to find someone who loves me.