Return My Poetry

Pretty words pray will thou take flight again
Desert me not when my loss already in excess
And some passion let this heart of mine feign
For such prolonged numbness can only depress

Life doth thou offer naught happy to inspire
That florid script of light hearted nativete
Yet the laden hand of cried dismay require
Such darkness which thou also keeps at bay

That flat line extending from my pen's tip
Extinguishes my soul with each fading sky
For joys and sorrows on this lifelong trip
Are the only proofs that alive still am I

Written January 3, 2005.