everyone so frightened
and full of fake beliefs
shattered and amuzing
and hung along their reifs.

destitude and hunting
be-littled by the sway
of weeping garden flowers
who's peddal's blow away.

and suffering in their silence
their green has fade to black
shattered and defiant
loosing the color which they lack.

in chrisp and cold white winter
they lay along the sun
sitting in their sliver
until their breath is none.

to simmer all my violence
i captured all that left
in a brewing sound of turbulance
i swung into the depth.

while ending inconstent
settlements
i realized who you were
determined to not sit alone
i found a life absurd.

i sit in my own company
in a billow waiting softly
and dreamed of so many things
a dream that ended promptly.

wooooooooooooow what a poem i loved how you made the sonnet i like that one specially but keep up the good work

well thank you glad you liked it

i could feel you breath
athousand miles away
i could feel the heave
of your harsh and wounded leg.

i saw your name that had been written in the clouds
and wondered why the rain had not poored it out.

i saw the shame
that you heald in your sweet shadow
and it lingered on like you didnt care
i said hello
and then you walk right pass me
i guess you didnt see
that i was there.