don't you see?
me?
are you listening
i cannot be me
until you recognize
all.the.things
in life
are calling
am i out of line?
why haven't you knocked
on
my
door
here's the key
i'll leave it out
underneath the dirt
wind blows it all away
passion is my middle name
you must have none
are you that scared
of what i cannot see
must i live these years
identically
repetition
breaks my heart
i had the notion
that you were not the same
can you feel this rhythm
it leaves my hands
and ventures out
into the unknown
catch it while you can
life and time are allies
sometimes they love the thorns
Recently found some poems I wrote at age 22.