Man it's been a journey. Moving, heartbreak, dropping an old account due to the poems and thier memories. I regret it, removing them but it did help the healing. Now I'm back to writing and I hope you all will again enjoy it.
Oh to see that journeys end,
Fathom phantoms bend,
Illuminatious hands on neck and then,
With torque sounda of cracking,
Finding my resolve lacking,
To see the woes stacking,
Like pluming books burning,
And reader woefully yearning,
Blighted memory again returning,
Of times green hue loved you,
Now a lack of sound dreadfully new,
Whose tendrils silence cuts through,
But we grew,
To see the world of it all,
To see her so very small,
To hear that journeys eternal call,
Back to who is you...
It took a long time to heal, feel like I was me again. I'm sorry for all the poetry that I lost. But slowly I'll write more not for some one who didn't deserve the love I filled in her cup. But my soul who is finally free. Thank you.for all the messages, encouragement, and friendly people who got me here. It has been a hell of a journey. From a poet to all of you hurting out there...it is temporary. I promise.
