• I look around
    Where I have been

    For once, I can feel the ground
    Beneath me, [for] I have seen
    Many faces with solemn expression

    Of feelings through writing
    These words are my haven

    Like light through those eyes shining
    For a miscellany of pieces
    From the soul within

    A few more lines gone missing
    An anecdote shall be spoken

    Words only drift to the wind
    Up looking for [something] lost
    Inspiration cast in the mind

    Wanders through darkness
    Calms, yet frightens those

    Less fortunate in a blackened abyss
    Like dreams that suppose
    I were a writer

    A loving person whom
    Will see that is whiter

    One to gloom
    Like atmosphere here
    In this deep world

    Comes to see a mere
    Beauty in the ripped swirl

    In the eyes of a saddened young woman
    A little girl
    Lost in the eternal fountain

    The last pages beginning to curl.