I draw a distinct line. Between Infatuation, <br />and dedication. <br />With a stick of dignity is where I leave my mark, <br />In the sands of poetry. Where an ocean of infinite bliss exists. <br />You can call me crazy... <br />to a point. <br />You may be right. <br />As here I sit and continue to write. <br />Hardly bored. <br />As I look for corners to flee, to scribble down another plea! <br />Am I a worthy of these poems so true? <br />Better question I ask, if even are you? <br />Don't take this so hard. <br />Don't read me in spite. <br />For if all you read is of darkness, then your just dodging my light. <br />Treat me so mean, cause all I have seen. <br />But you cant take away the thoughts and words. <br />I leave blank and empty between. <br /> <br />© 2013 L.K.Sorrows<br /><br />Little King of Sorrows<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/survivor-12/
