No title poem
Why do my voice not echo
Why do my works end in the desert
Left alone as they die slow
Why dont my words give birth
Why should i go on writing
When i have been cursed by fate
Why do you teach me to have faith
But why am i still writing
If only you would look far north
You would see me freezing up
I am in desperate need of your warmth
Aid me to journey this rugged path
Even in the coldest and deepest of nights
The cock promises us of daylight
I'll move on, success is in sight
I will be optimistic through this times
Here is my entry for the talent contest