My life in verse but nothing ever rhyming
each new day confused as the last
writing these words to conquer dark demons
but always I return to my past…
never escaping the torment born around and within me
late nights and dark days the same
feeling true and honest and joyful for goodness
then someone remembers my name…
nothing quite forgot when much still remembered
and always the sad tears start to fall
never finding a good place when time… a close friend
but always to hear the chimes call
slowly I'm ailing as my life keeps failing
and my optimism fails with me each day
I am tired of crying while never denying…
my life in verse… will remain!
This is the name of my poetry site…
So I thought it deserved a poem!
