I am a poet It is not what I do but who I am Words are my air I breathe them in and let them fill me Then they tumble from me, cascading like a waterfall into verse Rhymes, Prose,
Oh the pain that life can bring Can break the heart that once did sing Can crush the soul that used to fly Oh cruel life, won’t you tell me why? You tarry heavy on my love
Darkness Light Silence Deafening Blasts A tumult of sensations Too much Too fast Life Death What am I doing? Why am I here? Dirt in my eyes In my lungs In my skin Heat Haze
In winters bleakest moment Ice laden and bitter Winds twist the words away Carries them on frozen drifts Cries unheard Voice unknown The night falls early Darkness quilts the white lands
I wish I could have saved you I was so far away Too long gone by Too many years So much I had to say I wish I could have seen you Before you took that road To hear your thoughts