rose

When did it happen
The poetry thing for me
When I wrote
“nothing’
I was so young
So sad,
So alone
So empty
I was
Nothing
back then in the 90’s

Back then
I wrote how I felt
I still do
But now I’m older
Greyer
Leaner
Meaner
Angrier
Verbose
Emptier
Sadder
alone again

But now I have the history
The good times
Bad times
Love and loss
And now I have the
Words
That I was missing those
Years ago…
Fuck you

God
I am human
I feel art
I will write
I will one day
Be able to write the one
Poem
I truly wish
To write
A kiss.