Write poems to pass the time
Escape from this realistic hell
Visions of my failure seem like a crime
My experiences here I cannot tell

Little has been done to change myself
The good, old me, still on that shelf
The bad, current me, running wild
Picking apart prey with words beguiled.

My emotional wall has been my shield
The broken pieces I will forever build
A life marred by perpetual deceit
The memories ever present, a personal receipt

Return me to that happy time
Where life and love was within rhyme
Loving you was unconditional and
Holding you was unconscious ritual

The world was nothing compared to you
The world I made for you , I flew
This signified we were through
Life ended shortly and sprouted anew.