A life of rhyme

Tell my tales in verse
my life, this private universe
in bursts of words, a mirror world flipped in reverse
pages of a book cursed by inverse thoughts I traverse

Write my life in rhyme
it helps to prime the mind, the parts I lost to the sands of time
mine the depths, the lost recesses of memories kept
swept under the carpets of neglect and ugliness
those flickering light bulb moments, when day breaks through the loneliness

Write my story in song
when all I ask is a place I can belong
left longing for the one who will sing along
that will listen to the words I throw, the lyrics that flow
who will let the love grow, through the weeds that show
the one that makes the heart bloom, when she enters the room
the light to my gloom, the sun to my moon

Let the words tell my story
I snatched defeat from glory
lost more than I ever had, so I swore I'd stand tall
not let the days grind me down, I'd shout loud, you would hear my call
find my place on the page, the stages of life I left to age

the words I taste as they erupt from my brain, like a prisoner escaped from a cage
the moments of love, the memories of pain, the lost tales in between

Thanks For Reading,

Peace And Love.

Kyle.