Its Tough
being Alone.
(Yes, for even a Man)
I'm So rough
and unknown but i am who i am.
The room echos with laughter but no one is here . A happy here after? that sight is unclear.
But Im told to move on to keep walking ahead. That pillow is gone from that side of your
bed.
Each night has to end and the stronger you'll be.
Hell, i can pretend but my friend your
not me.
I reached for that
book in the dust from the shelf.
It teaches to love others I much as myself.
So I thought of it sanely in my mind as i slept Two words
put so plainly
a
JESUS
he
WEPT.
So what's the deal?
Cant I mourn as i write?
My poetry its real, words reborn of the Night. Its that fight just to right the real brought grown.
To hold the pen
tightly
and
Never again feel
ALONE...