this summer morning
all that I would
seems faded
history closes in
why can’t I get it up again?
and challenge the world
to be more?
Instead I pretend
and write poems to the wind
so so sad it is
when I have lost that spark
no interest, no heart
a shell of a man
what remains are only parts
held together by a fierce will
and a determined heart
so sad though
that this has come to be
once I sang brightly
my destiny urged me forward
and whispered in my ear every day
today I feel lonely
so sad so so so sad today
my path seems cloudy, windy, and grey
such is my state
as my body slowly reaches it’s fate
leaving my soul in sadness
so so sad