Ok I shall start with a letter
I don’t own a setter
Red was the colour of her swetter
I’m only staying alive cause I bet her
Or ‘Twas a pact to stay
When you love
Tis easy to say
I shan’t go
Yet I need love you know
Crippled never to grow
Left unknown
To feel safe comfortable
Not waif
The loss of feelings
Makes me feel thin
Lost love
I still grin
Happy to smile
Or to smile in denial
Lots said
But still alone in my bed
My own destiny I lead
This poem is dead
Cause I finished and have bled
I didn’t think the page would go on
Press return o so wrong
Tis letting me to on
Now what to write
Into the deep of night
I ran out
Now a fright
No more insight
The moon be bright
This has been the first thing
I have right or wrote
Take note
Shall be the last
I’m the only one in the vast cast
Of life
And I’m in personal strife