Poem 12

i had felt in a way by this depaturea sense of earnest broken heartedjust as i feel now when it isso seperated and so far fromi am in such a lonely waybut in honesty to commited to changetoo desperate and confused to findand too hopeless and lost and blindi view you as one who is mineknowing not which is on the other sidenever to be what is unifiedyet whole in ways i do succumand find such joy in what is someuntruth and possibilites unreasonablebut dreaming find such meaning inliving in this horrid dirgeand find merth only in these wordsto connect could only bringthese one or two of thingsyou, in ways i cannot expressor deep and deary lonelinessnot that it would be so badbut loss is in strange sadsand every breath of youis so sweet blissfuland every word they sayis riddled with their lies and hatefor if one has not made in at alla single misplaced step or fallcould they even understandor match my mind or methodso i do put my tolls towardsmaking my own life beautifulif only so that when those comewho need this: to be understoodcome to find themselves brokenthe stings of pain are lighter thereand treatment provided more fairrespected and relieved and cared