Done doesn’t feel
like this this
feels like I’m
the hollow of
some great oak
tree a hollow
so dark so
deep and so
damp that it
wards off even
the most desperate
looking for shelter
one big hole
in one bigger
tree the hollow
being once where
the heart was
I’m not sure
if anything ever
was here that
perhaps the tree
grew up around
it rather than
filling it in
letting it be
obvious to others
yet welcoming none
Category: Poetry
IsWhatIs
My life
is unimportant
that I
love and
more importantly
forgive is
what is
BeHumble
Humility is
the only
key which
can open
every lock
Feels
I wonder why
feelings are important
do they make
or do they
break a person
what might someone
be without them
are feelings what
makes someone somebody
or do they
stop someone from
being somebody feelings
are I think
just like clouds
or rain or
even things more
unimportant than that
Were
Imagine if people
were simply were
like trees or
clouds or other
things how beautiful
they might be
sadly they aren’t
oh they were
at some point
until they weren’t
peace we’ve had
peace we will
when once again
innocence and wonderment
and the Unknowing
replace the guilt
and reasons and
disappointments people are
