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My words lay unwritten,
lodged in my throat,
and by admission,
are words which can hurt.
Careless of me to let,
words loose, in the air,
which should be of love;
not fostering despair

To be away from here,
this most humble abode,
a haunting journey;
life's horse he rode.

Lonely the man,
who chooses to run,
away from marriage,
to follow the Sun.

Sun light streams
on the window sill,
creating more heat,
yet there is still
a feeling of cold
in the Winter air,
telling us all
the weather is fair.

Black hair flowing,
down neck and cheek.
She smiles, all knowing;
your heart skips a beat.
Being in her presence
is not for the meek.

Why are you lonely?
There are people around,
who care for you.
There are friends to be found,
wherever you go.
Who will support you
and other friends you know.

Softly flew
the words
from out
my head.
Words; thoughts,
never said.
Lovely words,
yet unused,
locked inside
to never
be read.

I miss you,
Words easily said.
I look for those days,
which will soon lie ahead.

Please help me understand,
why some people's life is blessed,
while others are cast away?
Survival of the fittest,
cruel at best.

Sitting here now,
pen in my hand,
hoping to write words,
strong and not bland.
Scratch out I must,
these words which you see,
before they are dust
and will no longer be.
The are no clear thoughts
of what this writing will be,
except to say they live
within my minds infamy.

Tell me your story.
Please, do tell me,
for I am still
waiting here, for thee.
Why do you worry
about nothing you know?
Just bits of small flotsam,
does not make it so.

Short is our life,
just a flickering flame,
a gust of wind;
End of the game.