The words
in an insane cyclone
destroying all else
in the confines of my mind
With no where to go
they flow from me
through my pencil to the paper
and with them goes something more
Some believe
that through my words
you can see my soul
and also the true me
If that is so
then I pity all who read them
for inside there is
mostly despair and pain
But i ask none
for pity, for pity
is a fuel for anger
and anger only leads to destruction
But in the moments
when joy is imminent
the words flow as
beautifully as the winter snow
And as at the end
of a long day
when the sun sets
and brings beauty to all
That is where
you will find me
watching the stars appear
and waiting for true love
Jason Reid
