A Lonely Poet's Diary

Lost Her   A girl  I lost her and myself, In a labyrinth of doubts and fears. I thought I knew the way, But the path disappeared. I called out her name, But there was no reply. I searched through the darkness, But found only goodbye. I lost myself too, In a maze of confusion and pain. I thought I was strong, But I broke like a chain. I called out my name, But it felt like a lie. I searched for the pieces, But found only a sigh. Now I wander alone, In a wilderness of memories and regret. I thought I had it all, But I lost what I can't forget. I call out for redemption, But it's a distant echo in my mind. I search for a new beginning, But it feels like I'm always behind. I lost her and myself, But maybe one day we'll find our way. Until then, I'll keep searching, For the light in the gray.

Just a tree  I write these words with no clear aim, No destination for this train. For whom I write, I cannot say, No guiding light to lead the way. Perhaps a stranger passing by, Will catch a glimpse and wonder why, These lines were penned and left to find, A reader with an open mind. Or maybe someone close to heart, Will stumble upon this work of art, And recognize the hidden voice, That speaks to them without a choice. But even if no eyes should see, These words that flowed so effortlessly, I'll still keep writing, line by line, For the love of words and the joy they bring.

A Poem About LOVE! Oh love, that capricious, mercurial emotion, A maelstrom of feelings, a nebula of devotion, An ineffable force that defies definition, A tempest that rages with no inhibition. It twists and turns, a labyrinthine maze, A Gordian knot that leaves us in a daze, It can be blissful and wondrous, or sorrowful and grim, But through it all, it remains love, in all its seraphic whim.