Just as autumn in its cruel mode
Shedding leaves from trees
So with thy departure from abode
Peace and calm from body flees
Never did criticize how rough thee rode
Those wild sprees,
Blindly following what steps I strode.
Now begging forgiveness on bended knees..
Crazy nights with anxiety my spirits erode,
Somehow if it enables and frees,
Ticking like a timer about to explode.
In silence to sound of humming bees.
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