Poetry.

This is a collection of my poetry. It is fairly old stuff but I want to start writing again so thought this might be a catalyst.

Compassion

If compassion required or to be admired in the lives of people we respect. If pity retired and hate expired then there would be no world to reject. If my muse inspired into my life inquired

Alone in a crowd

Seperated mingling jostling for clothes Surrounded by souls like fishes in shoals No one to talk to or even acknowledge all on my own and safe in the knowledge.
Cherry

Death waits

I stared into the black night water running down the window pane distorting the image of me Waiting with the dark rain knowing without being told, the truth death waited for me Every drop should have been a tear

I dont like writing.

A poem - I dont like writing