When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads