I took a stroll inside my mind,
walking.... I kicked a stone or two.
All the answers were well defined,
others simply just won't do.
Who i really am,
still unknown to me.
I've been kind showing love, then BAM!!
gone in seconds ancient history.
The heart grows cold,
as its life is drained.
That...has made me bold,
and well explained.
Emotions I rarely feel,
I try to sympathize.
But it's never real,
nor fantasized.
Onward on this journey of mine,
desperate to be happy.
Yes I am walking past a dead end sign,
this inner search; directs me
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Sea of tranquility
*S*
If dexter Morgan could write
If dexter Morgan could write poetry and was more self-conscious, I'd say you were him.
post multa malae accidunt, bonae accidere potest.
Hello
Ha! you are right, this does have that feel to it.
Thanks for reading it. l8r