Let me show you what a poet can do.
I'll write us a door so we can walk through.

See the words of pain,

Words so vain,
But never plain.
Words reverberate into your brain.
Words of a man so insane
Ink flows through his veins.

After we die,

Our voices will forever speak.

The willows so high,

Watch us sleep.

Forever stargazing,

We see through the soil.

Heart ever blazing,

Death, victory over turmoil.


Carpe Diem