( The cry of a poet )
I write these words to ease my pain
to fill my hollow soul
They rise from a place were peace is lost
a place you dare to go
These sleepless nights I lie awake
as I drift into my past
These trembling hands they grow so week
I pray that they will last
As time stands still I take a breath
and scream into the night
When the darkness fades I feel relief
as I see the morning light
Once again I made it through
But never will it be in vain
I'll continue on this lonesome ride
And forever will I chase the rain
By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
( The cry of a poet )
I write these words to ease my pain
to fill my hollow soul
They rise from a place were peace is lost
a place you dare to go
These sleepless nights I lie awake
as I drift into my past
These trembling hands they grow so week
I pray that they will last
As time stands still I take a breath
and scream into the night
When the darkness fades I feel relief
as I see the morning light
Once again I made it through
But never will it be in vain
I'll continue on this lonesome ride
And forever will I chase the rain
By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet