Alone
Inpiration for poems again? I do not know why.
Maybe I'm just wallowing in self-pity, but I enjoy it anyhow.

I watched Ghost In The Shell again lately, which sets me back
to thinking what is life? What makes me me? Is my soul real?
Is my memories real? Have I been tampered with? Do I even
exist? Or am I just a concept, a thought, by some greater being
so vast I cannot even begin to comprehend?

Well back to my poem. I have changed a bit lately. Been writing
poems of lovey dovey nature. They are dark, but still lovey
dovey.

Alone

Loneliness
I do not know

A whisper in the winds
Your voice?

Sweet melody in a closed heart
A presence
Never once felt

Then gone
As the moonlight
Stolen by the clouds
My shadow lost its home

Loneliness
You taught me so