Poem: Sole

I am sick of my pain.

Trying to find a way to love, but not knowing what that it is.

Seeing lovers fighting for something that only knocks them down.

Trying to give hope to a vision that cannot see.

Living in a dream, but all you wan to do is be awake.

This is not the way your heart is supposed to walk.

It sees the beating that many have caused.

It never feels the heating that it warms.

Soon it will be over, and the time for love will be a time for change.