Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

Nothing is normal in my life today,
Everything is usual,
But nothing is normal.

‪I lost my love ‬
‪She’s perished; gone‬
‪My soul is broken ‬
‪Yet lingers on‬
‪Why must I be the one‬
‪To continue down this path ‬
‪Alone, with a broken heart‬
‪Amidst the aftermath ‬

‪I lost my love‬
‪She’s perished; gone‬
‪God give me strength‬
‪To carry-on‬
Keep me safe
Keep me strong
‪And help me cope‬
‪Before the break of dawn‬

You promised we'll be together forever
How come you gone so soon

Wrap up the love
you so madly give to others
and open it
for
yourself.

Sometimes
Madmen
need a
little
push.