
I am of an ancient soul and quite possibly a thousand years lost into this world. I see with a deeper perception and a more profound feeling of sadness and longing somehow.And thus leaving me feeling lost. And alone more often than not. I write my best when I am in my deepest and darkest moments, torn and bleeding from within. Some days I feel the words forming and will spend hours collecting thoughs and spilling them out at such a pace that I lose myself in writing and hours will escape me literally, and not until I am done will I feel I can breathe once again. I will share a small piece of myself from the hidden depths that I seem to be finding myself lingering lately....(and btw; thank you for reading this far........
the flow of feeling
forced from my mind
rhymes of deeper meaning
thoughts slowly unwind
in black & blue ink
pain pours from my pen
representation of all I think
a means without end
love's deathblow, an emotional contusion
words scatter like death's vapor
struggle to sort this confusion
bleeding, my life spills onto paper
opening up and letting you in
this is ME and all that I am
look past flaws,beauty,or color of my skin
accept me or not...I don't give a damn!
I am who I AM......
~RAIN~