A poem to the one I love.

Poem.

Being Someone I’m not.

I look out, resigned
To the gray light of dawn ….

Wandering around, lost in a way. Can’t seem to find my way. Always seem to be messing up, pushing people away from me. I need to find myself before my being is lost forever, possibly dead.

A serious discussion on one of mankind’s deepest problems.

A pictorial display of man tilting and hapless illusion.

Roxys and his final battle.. .

Overwhelmed with tasks and inconclusions.. .

A poem intended to motivate people to express themselves fully.