1

I am a prason ...
 ... a person of knowledge
 ... a poet.
That I or no one else can understand.

A person that has an inner emptiness
and very little to live for ...
An emptiness that can never be filled
with earthly things ...

                          2

Life itself is very confusing ...
But for a poet to see life itself
their life,humanly,has to be alone and dark.
Only then will they see life itself.

Poets are people,who spend
hours writing words on paper,
that don't make sence to anyone ...
other than theirselves.

People believe that they are suicidal.
I believe that they are trying
to find their inner self ...
Will they ever ? No,not until
they go home;to where we belong.