Hi… I have a name But I don’t think it’s important now I promised this poem a span ago And ever since, I have been sitting here With this pen on paper Blank pieces on paper But it will never mean that my mind is blank Wondering on what to say, how to unleash these words on my throat So much more has processed on my mind Words that struggle to be free
If I finally managed to unleash it Would it really paint the longing picture? Or would it even prick that part of your heart Dear, would you bother make time to just run through these words Or the script would just vanish into thin air And drift into the clouds, freeze and maybe fall as rain somewhere unknown. For I believe the power of these words will never die When I imagine writing, I describe her, One who touched the core of my heart? So I write on my mind, as best as I can, and every single time She sounds a lot like you…yes a lot like you.
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.