

What comforts me? ---REWRITE--My words are sometimes the only thing that comforts me.What comforts me? ---REWRITE--
Sometimes my singing does not make any sense.
The poetry I have left to write will not come out of my head.
My rhyming is left behind only a memory for me to see.
My career is this pen, my goal till the end.
I have one thing left to do.
Slowly I put this pen to this paper, my friend.
A smile or a single teardrop is all that I will ask.
For this is a gift, I now give you.
When this song is at a end, I bid you farewell my friend.
Payment in full, I grant only yo


sparrow songA SPARROWS SONG.sparrow song
The birds sing like I want to but, my songs never sound like theirs graceful and beauty the words they can make. Nothing like the hatred and emptiness as my words weep. When did I turn this way? How long have I been here with nothing to say, my mouth hangs silent no words that can help me I speak. Everyone I love and care for abandons me here for I believe the reasons I give them to hate me are here as I push them away they all disappear. The root to my pain little bird do you ask?
My answer to you little bird, make no mistake is me and only me that is the root of all my pain, as I


DEATHS HANDS UPON ME.How my eyes still bleed with those thoughts of that scene of that day of yesterday's death. Can I explain those feelings of distress and shock and I must confuse sadness. Though not in my heart or even in my head will it ache for this woman nor does it worry or miss this bitch that died on this day. But for some damned reason I worry why? I wonder if I am right to feel this way inside? One image burns so bright now and forever stuck tight inside my head causing me much fright, a frail and bitter old women we found dead as cold as ice, this now causing me so much dread and pain. The questions that I asked, IDEATHS HANDS UPON ME.


TO FLYTo fly in the clear blue sky would definitely break my heart. The heavens above and our feathered friends welcome me always singing to me so softly, but this body can not fly to them to answer their cries. Only in my dreams do I take to flight, soaring so lightly and at peace my eyes cry Wishing it would last forever and always and then comes the light, awakened by the sun only left in freight. I walk to my bedroom window to welcome the new day but I hold to the memory of my solo flight.TO FLY
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