Oh hello again,
poetry website that feeds my grief.
I am struggling with something,
it feels a lot like disease.
It's heavy and it hurts,
and feels cold like a freeze.
I never wanted any of it,
but it always finds me.

I empty myself out to try and get relief.
But it creeps back in the parts left open,
the parts that are just for you and me.
And I'm trying not to mind it,
but this type of trying never succeeds.

So it's just me, tears, and this website-
All I'll ever need.

There may come a time in your life
where friends are slim to none.
and you've got no love-
but your own
and you're more than alone
with no place called home,
and a life that's always rough.

You've got a comrade in me,
A bird of the same feather, you see
at least you aren't truly alone.
I have never had anyone, but God
and you may think it odd,
but I was just born a lonesome
*rolling stone.

I put a lock on the clock
tied its hands with rope
if that made time still
halt its fast gallop!

There was an eerie silence
as lay dead the tool
with time now my slave
I could take it cool!

With there nothing to pass
I felt the burden off me
to lie back and relax
lead a life sans hurry!

For a while it seemed so nice
my time was what I liked to be
reading and writing and dreaming
walk hourless freely!

But soon boredom got me
grew a void of unease
a dead clock wasn’t that good
closed time killed my peace!

Time’s passage the timekeeper speaks
so we aren’t complacent too free
but keep the flow somewhat disciplined
by following a tool friendly!