Silence prevailed in between,
Like a dreary dark night.
Not allowed to vent spleen.
I kept waiting that you might,
Listen to how haunted it had been.
But freedom of speech wasn’t my right.
You were always keen,
To pickup a cause and fight.
Never had you seen,
Expression of fright.
As I saw you turn green,
Then your taking a flight,
To hide behind a screen.
Least concerned of my plight.
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick up my scroll A like and a comment So it can grow But I am just
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature Overwhelmed by this sweet gesture, Making my presence prominent.
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be suspicious, Pressing button he didn’t hesitate. This blew up the enti