Poem

I’ll sing to you

The secrets of my heart

And soul so heavy by the

Days that left

My eyes beautified.

 

But I’d rather travel a sea

Of glass

Than to move back in time

Again.

 

The one mistake

Of all peoples

Is of those

Who dream of the

Past.

 

It is people

Them and me

That seems fearful

Not of the past

But of the future

The unknown future

Indeed.