that I am not
living,
maybe not living as they think it should be
but I am living in these lines of poetry.
there is more than what there seems to be;
These lines,these words are my life.
These lines of poetry.
and a few things I wish not to know.
In these lines of feelings and thoughts,
I tremble with each feeling,cry with each
thought.
Yet, in these lines I grow.
but more of what I want to be.
In these lines others can see my heart,
that otherwise would not be able to see.
that rules my life outside these lines.
In these lines I am free
from life's tangled vines.
and let my soul escape it's bounds.
In these lines I allow others to see me from the
inside,
the heart that is me and the dreams my heart
surrounds.
times of confusion and tears.
Yet, in these lines there is also strength
that calms my fears.
When I am gone my dreams will live
in these lines still.
but not to me.
There is only a few who can see my best,
but there is a place where my best brightly and
continually shines.
IN THESE LINES
ZIG
