My poems and Other Disgraces to Literature

A Lost Light

His self the conflagration could not claim

For he blazed too bright for others to see

He fled from worries away from the flames

Then caught in the dearth of reality

Nothing was real but the smoke that drifted

so what little he'd felt was merely child's play

Compared to his spirit being lifted

He is no longer a wanted spirit

Pushing and shoving away existence

Lost in the medicines blissful lyric

Caught in their thought of his insignificance