( 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