The words have been said,
Oh they have been said.
But theres so many questions still in my head.

I wonder, I wonder.
My mind trailing in circles like birds in the sky.
What if? What if? How can I trust?
And why?

Why, why why must I think so much?
For too much thinking makes me so out of touch.
Out of tune, like an old claironet, blaring and sounding in the off pitch sound of it.

So for now I'll write and compose.
Compose myself for who would ever know,
of the symphony of thoughts mixed up in my mind,
Waiting for that harmonized day where there'll be clarity I'll find.

Far from insanity.
   Thoughts in a down-
       Ward spiral. Falling hard
            For the one I cannot have,
               But wondering what awaits
                   When daylight comes again.
Do  you  recognize  my  sweet  agony?

Call it insanity
My minds a crazy calamity
Its no feeling of agony
I call it reality

A poet finds peace in his poems
A poet finds a escape of the hurt in his poems
A poet is often lonely
A poet talks to his poems

stifle quaint bitterness
superfluous objectivity
scant faces run dire with shame
anger, drilling deeper
resonance in faith; signs of release

chain the lion
thoughts faded into mystery
anesthetize burning eyes with compassion
locked in fate, mired with doubt
seethe life, breathe free

imprisonment forgotten
heart set free
dark sunset, rising grey with deceit
stolen mind, contemplative

foreign feelings
lost to hatred
found again
speak, child
share my heart with all the hurt
suffer no more

found shame
shared destiny
healing, hand in hand
provincial blessing in disguise
amend soiled plight with bold tongues
true words echoing hope

two, lost
both found
dead inside, no more
found home, heart to heart
dream with sleepless nights
awake, together

together

Most girls dream
Wait for their One
Anticipate his arrival
Will make them someone

Some girls' wait
Oh so brief
Mine so painful
Must be grief

He must've died
Long before we met
Made just for me
And somehow yet

His time was over
Before ours began
I'll never be his bride
Never hold his hand

No moonlit dance
No goodmorning texts
No late night talks
No angry ***

Never to meet the man
Meant to make me whole
Forever fragmented
Nothing left to console

I hope he misses me too
But doesn't hurt like this
And I hope he knows
I know I'm his