Trying to define poetry is as wearisome as grasping one's teardrops in the ocean.

Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg faintly bargaining
The rushing steel is to me akin

Suddenly I see
In the corner of these eyes of mine
Things I once believed
Considered now but a crime

The drops drip down
Warming the rain that falls
Compared to a mare with no mount
Free, imense, and whole

Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg happily bargaining
The rash steel is to me akin

They used all their words for the day
Without knowing what that made
Now knowing how afar and big
Of a chasm that would create

She tried her apologies
Words softly spoken
He was numb as well as hurt
From all the times he was broken

'That's not what the poem said'
He said to himself frowning
'That's what she wants it so say'
The conclusion was so easily drowning

..

As much as I want things to change
As much as I want things to be different
That's as hopeless as a dog in the rain
Looking at you with tired eyes, incessant

The rain does this to him
And thus no sympathy grows
From the people who obviously pass him by
And the love those people never show

I lay in this bed breathing
While the sanity of my mind is leaving
When I caught myself believing
That I was able to find love

Did not judge me such a fool
As I found other people cruel
Rage has allways been life's fuel
Now I say that it is enough

Why is this silence so amusing
To a person used to losing
At my love's messages perusing
Wondering why everything ought to be this tough

Through bad and worse we used to swear
Now it's no longer what we care
I no longer look and stare
I no longer love.

Before I leave, to never see you again,
good luck and good riddance, farewell my friend.

I wonder if I'll dream of death again
I wonder if tonight's the night my dream will cease to be