Hello Everyone. I feel honored sharing my work with you, with people who love poetry. Thank you.
So not to waste your time, I think a poem would be the best introduction…
Song of the Tone-Deaf
I grew dreams of bridges built,
of skin colors crumbling like concrete walls.
I grew dreams of feeling love,
logic broken like a light bulb in the throat.
I kept my windows down, turned music up,
looked through her eyes — to catch a soul.
But all that’s left is smoke and time.
And how much setback must one really stomach?
See, sometimes dream-spans must be trimmed,
and expectation’s best locked away.
And when that cold vent hums in your heart,
call me — so we can make it all a song.
(I’d love to hear what you feel I’m doing right, and what you feel I’m doing wrong).