It ignored me
carried on with its own monotonous existence...

Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...

We often talk about those walls
I have built up around my love and affection...

If love could be bottled would you fill a bath,
then drown in it...

I'm
So-So...

You've had so many chances
False dawn, no dawn, nothing, then everything...

As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...

Mood murders wisdom
After, returns ultima...

I found this poem written down, It is dedicated to...
I actually hate this poem, I like the sentiment...

***DO NOT CLICK ON LINK BELOW UNTIL YOU HAVE READ...
**I found this image by accident, there was a link...

My chair has a mass of noodles
that have fell from the pot...

I ponder
wasted years...