Soul searching.
Ongoing solitary confinement...

We say our final goodbye.
Now dead and gone...

How can it be a crime?
To try and set words to rhyme...

Frustration within.
So many different feelings, it is hard to begin...

So much cruelty to one another.
Insults exchanged in fits of rage...

This Earth
Our only home...

Many search for the fountain of youth
All seeking immortality...

We are here today
All shall be gone tomorrow...

So much bickering
Why must we squabble and fight...

I am a lovelorn poet
My cloak is a grayer shade of black...

Writing
Humble poetry...

Love is
Is everything...