Can't let go of the feeling....being lost without a cause just cause....I have no Clause....no calls to being some one's....(belonging to no one)....not just anyone's....but that some one who would always want me for me...not who I could be...I can't let go of...short passages with no aim in this poetry stained game...I stay a slave to...making my pen engrave the words quicker then my mind thinks....filling the paper with empty but thoughtful passages links...to a piece of my heart...yet another wasted unpublished word art...I part with no dashes...write about lost and found love....yup staying a slave to this feeling I can't let go of....
Fighting with such a discretion when my mind thinks...
Visioning alphabetical words when my eyes blinks...
Jotting down so many sentences my hand stinks...
being a slave to this poetry stained game links
to a piece of my heart yet another wasted unpublished word art....

-Peter T. DeSpirito