True, writing poems
doesn't mean I'm a poet...

I grieve
over the map that you lost...

You brought in peace
by leaving...

Sun of salt;
I vanished quietly...

In any instance, you can witness
fear breaking away from my mind...

The sun broke down like honey drips
warming out my soul...

I rest my head upon my hands,
never held a frown as beautiful...

Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...

It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...

Chirp oh bird as loud
as you never could...

I find my self lost, undefined
through your subtle sadness...

Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...