I reside in the pages
of an unfinished book;
trying to let anyone
take a deeper look;
these are not just poems-
I do not just write;
in my tangled prose-
there exsists no future light...
my words are my journey
through the pain the world has shown...
I write to recover from
feeling completely alone...
and behind the smile I tend to fake
behind all of the tears
there is a dream;
but it remains hidden
in pages,perhaps not yet written-
...hiding
amongst the misery.
