With tears on my eyes,
after all the angry words were written
I sat there, starring at the wall
heart bleeding with words but yet soul silently crying out...

And so I wrote...
Today my soul is silent
but not at peace

Today my soul is listening to my disappointed thoughts and painful heart filled with sorrows singing a verse of complain...

Today my soul is simply just listening, singing a chorus of..."its ok its ok its ok"

and my spirit sighes as it listens..

Now
give me
one
good
reason
why
I
should
run
when
he
has
created
such
heav­enly jail
for me
to stay
in?

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015

Oh knight in shining armor,
Tender heart beneath the shield.
I know you didn't mean to harm her;
But it will take a while to heal.

The more  I try to surround myself with people and love the more I find myself alone.  My hidden secret that no one knows my pain and tears I will not show.  My only company, the silence is sound, no one is calling and I look and no one is around.  The only person I truly have is me, no husband, no family, no friends not even an enemy.  When my life expires and turns  to eternity no one will even notice not even me.  The silence will not mourn and alone will not cry, the darkness will stay dark and no one is there to wonder why

the light at the end of the tunnel is constantly being chased
maybe it's not the light that matters, but who you become
while you're running.

I am
so
over you,

and I am
so
good
at lying to myself.