how could something that never started……….never end……that could only be rendered in the mind of a poet…….

the feelings of a Poet never change………………just the way he responds to them…………i wear my heart on my face…….there are times when i despise my gift………..because it requires me to be vulnerable and accept….. to get it….i have to feel it……….

when i enter into darkness rather for myself or others……..i always make sure before i go there…..i remember……..

the edge of darkness is the first step towards the light……

only in a Poet’s mind