here I sit upon this chair and ponder
Thoughts of peace, caring, troubelsome
I kneel I pray I cry out to a god that here me no longer
silence repressing, deafining, madining

I bear with me the scars of a troubled past
Chained to the stings of fate
cast into the fires of hate
I kneel, I pray, I cry out for salvation

Here I lay in this pit of darkness
Beaten, broken, abused, molested
THe light has gone yet I remain
Sunk into my pit of dispare

Hark what is that I see
a light a wondress light
From where does it come?
I strain to see what could possibly

The warmth of a loveing heart
glows upon this tear staind face
My will returnes My fate undone
Love eternal for all and one


random I know. Yet not really ment to be poetic in the laest. though I put it into sorta didn;t I

I walk the streets and see all the pain in the faces of the folks. It is really strange to see. Most of them act happy as can be yet under it all I see most of them with some form of pain or are upset.

A stray word a hand motion can give you insight into alot.

Yet why I wrote this really was to let you all Know. I am here for you.

you may not know me. Nor care for me if you do
Yet I am the shoulder to lean on and cry
I am the friend to vent and rant to
I will be there to pick you up when you fall
I will be the one to wipe your tears away
I will be the one to guy who you can confide in
I am the ear to hear your problems

Anything you had done to you in your past... I more then likely have had some sort of the same. My poem is true. I been beaten I been broken and much more... inclueding molsested.

My past is my own and I do not expact you to tell me anything you do not wish. Just know if anyone needs that one person to lisen to you... I am that guy.