Like a raft exposed to sea,
Drifting where the wind blows.
Frantically this tiny vessel rows.
So ever afraid would it plea,
If you could ever see.
Fainter it grows,
Lesser blood flows.
Swiftly then the spirit flee.
Abandoning earth,
No more of mirth.
Too fragile to bear storms of life,
A heart that could suffice.
Put through tremendous turbulence,
To check levels of tolerance.
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