A poem I failed to write.I’m not as old as I feel nor as young as I wishMore Like This
I haven’t succeeded in what I wanted,
Nor have I failed as much as I believe.
I write what I know or what I don’t,
But I can’t draw them and words can fail me.
I wish I could because some things need more than words.
I’ve not touched ideas I loved,
Ideas I’ve hidden and cherished,
Ideas I wished to show the world,
Those that have controlled my every moment,
They’ve kept me awake and bored me to tears,
And I hope one day to visualise them for you all.
I’m going to return one day.
My only hope is that you remember my words,
Or anything about me that strikes a chord with you.
For when all is said and done, that is all we all.
The ripples that we leave in the world,
The stories that we’ve told.