A Poet Lost ..in His Own Mind
Frustrations overwhelm... my weary soul, am I ready... to meet my Saviour, or is it just an old man searching for something .. never to be..
Life is a heavy load... when one day you look into the mirror and see yourself.. truly understanding, that you are this person .. this lonely man, who kept his soul so guarded
One who treated love as a toy.. at first it was wonderful, you played with it, then pleasure overcame wonder, until you were so bored.. the pleasure of love, became commonplace..
You threw Love around like a worn out Teddy Bear, until the seams burst... showing you the feathered softness that could fill... any dark hole in your heart.