The melancholy that can only be expressed by those who have loved and lost.

The tears of a broken life, left to question where it all went wrong.

The dreams that call out to us as we walk through the veil of life.

A poet crying out for recognition, hoping his plea is heard.

Loneliness of a tired soul, only twenty-three years old.

A song, left unsung, for a coward I am.

A dream, but a dream.