Ease into silence
healing reprieve before
life's cacophony





- fr

We poets were a sensitive lot
in a world that shat on us
although we fought.

My absent father made me feel a range of emotions,
Happiness was not one of them
And love was not included.

All is to be done
with dependence on none,
To love and support you
have no-one else but you

O you expect a lot
there's futility in thoughts of that sort,
You may help many but
do not expect in return a penny

It's all in the mind
just keep motivating from inside,
Don't wait for others to help as
none can help you the way you can do

~ S.G

"Every Poet dips their pen in an inkwell,
They pour out his or her heart soul,
Their soul that tell a story of fervor,
Of love passion and loss in a canticle or sonnet,
that one will never FORGET"
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/20/2020