Are there any simple words,

That couldn’t mean ten things,

Something I could say,

To bring back holy wings,

I feel so remorseful,

For all I hadn’t said,

I know I keep on living,

Despite what could be dead,

And in each and every poem,

Are multitudes of thoughts,

I’m sorry I can’t be perfect,

But yet I might be not,

There’s gotta be a way,

To end it all again,

Any pain I might be causing,

By giving it a thought,

And though I don’t give up,

I know sometimes I say it,.

but when I truly mean it,.

I do truly mean it, I will,

Because as much as I try,

I now know that’s not the way yet.

And the conundrum comes,

For instantly I know,

today is still tomorrow, because sometimes we all fuck it up,

And forwards towards rewards I so.

If only my role was clearwaters, like his

holy discipline,

Or maybe I’m thinking back, to that thought they left with me,

To when I wrote in pen,.but yet I do know one thing, there’s more to like than see,

I’m constantly really trying,.to be a man I knew once,…though thought is blessed, sometimes I write it over, to see people really change, and quite possibly recover.

That’s my day in verse,

In something I’m trying to say,

In secret and in tongue,….that clearly noway means,

And thinking of a mix,…of good and bad I guess,…but single sentences,…it can be quite intense.