I'm lost in my thoughts. I'm lost in my soul. I'm lost in this world. I'm lost in you. I'm lost in the unrealistic idea that it's you and I against the the universe.
I'm lost.

what
color blue
this
picture comes through
shall
cleanse this
gray storm
inside of you

God
shall
season their hearts
with belief
until
a breakthrough

I'm drawing a blank
I think this is a mistake
where did all my friends go?

I thought I had it right
you and me and they were tight
now I watch from across the road

I see all of the tweets
products of ignoring my greets
where you've all gone? I don't know

thought I could count on you forever
and nobody knew me better
it's 3:42 and now I'm alone

Borrowed world
Borrowed time
Borrowed life
Borrowed feelings
In this fantasy we shared
All are remembered
Not a promise
But something to remember

Psychologists say
writing poetry help to heal broken heart
Therefore I write

I prove them wrong

Because the more I write
the more I am reminded of you
and it breaks my heart
into dust

through
the pines
where
the
light always shines
when
we learn
how
to see
again

The poet stirs the
rain drops, the sky bends and folds
an old cat stretches.

let us
not
paint history
with
a broad brush
thus
truth will
haunt us