The Last glass of water

I will be there at the end

In your time of need

When you have no strength

And can’t manage to feed

When your time is up

And your life starts to falter

I will be beside you.

To bring your last glass of water.

Poetry In Private

I write in private

A secret only to me

Hidden from limelight

Only when done, others see

Never saying it out loud

For others to hear

Shying away from the crowd

Shedding my words with a tear

Is it worth my time

To let my soul spill out

From ink to written line

Ready for the public to flout

Are my words of use to you

Will they help fill a hole

Are they worthy of your view

These writings from my soul

My Darkness

Darkness grows in me every day

Its smoke feels my glass shell of a figure

Suffocating the joy in every way

My soul so small, the dark is bigger

Once my flame shone so bright

To lighten my way forward

The fog now covers my light

I can not on onward

Smiles followed by frowns

Happiness and then sadness

Big ups and the downs

The cycle is endless

I can’t end it all

I can’t carry on

Limbo is where I dwell

Waiting for death to fall upon

In the span of life

I am in the middle

A world surrounded in strife

Just an endless riddle

My Darkness